Maple, maple and the warm skies
A downfall that couldn’t be a demise
A clover leaf is petalled four again
And you’re just as incidental, as I am wise
I am grateful for every word you speak
My reasons to smile through the yellow woods’ deep
Maple, maple- their colours are a treasure
I have kept you longer than I planned to keep
Autumn sky is but a vacation of the hues
They leave and leave behind the blues
I have saved you like I save the maple leaves
Not all love in this world, can be put to a use.
-Al