The birds
The grass
The trees
Whoever's listening
The earth
The sky
Whoever walks on by
Can come sit, here with me
Sit by the maple tree, she likes the
company

And when we sing softly
to her
she likes, to hear our gentle words
out time, our care
are woven in her hair, blocks the sun
from her eyes, when it sets, we say goodbye
to our tree
Maple Leaf