Wilted Maple
On moon lit nights in mid October,
The wilted maple sings
Through wistful woods in late October,
The wilted maple sings
Songs of beauty, wisdom, might
Winds still blow all through the night
The maple was still standing
On cloudy nights in late November,
The wilted maple sings
Through driest nights in late November,
The wilted maple sings
Willow whispers through the night,
The wind blowing with its might
The maple was still standing
On driest nights near mid December,
The wilted maple sings
Through days and nights near mid December,
The wilted maple sings
Trees are bowing to wind’s might
The maple keeps up the fight
The wilted maple sings
Through wistful woods in late October,
The wilted maple sings
Songs of beauty, wisdom, might
Winds still blow all through the night
The maple was still standing
On cloudy nights in late November,
The wilted maple sings
Through driest nights in late November,
The wilted maple sings
Willow whispers through the night,
The wind blowing with its might
The maple was still standing
On driest nights near mid December,
The wilted maple sings
Through days and nights near mid December,
The wilted maple sings
Trees are bowing to wind’s might
The maple keeps up the fight
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I was looking through old emails, and found one from myself containing all the poetry and songs I had written on my high school's computers when I was a sophomore. It's a real treasure to look back and oddly enough, take advice from my younger self. Weird.