The Golden Maple’s Song

You are the essence of gaiety and delight.
To stand inside your citron arms
is to banish every residue of sadness
and every wish for something other than
this golden, shimmering now.
Your lemon-lime leaves sing the music
that my heart has so longed to hear.
And I dance to you, oh great one,
with my heart dancing to your song.

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