Bigleaf Maple
I set out in the fall for the east Bigleaf maples yellow against the green douglas fir The grey skies faded into the green At the top of the pass
And the trees change in the east Ponderosa pines and quaking aspen Still yellow and green But the skies blue at last
Until you climb to the north Into the tallest mountain's silver country Where golden larch grow Against cuts of green argillite