They named me after a sweet tree
As if to hide my spirit
They named me after a gentle tree
As if to hide my strength
They named me after a small tree
As if I would not grow
They named me after an old tree
As if I was not young
They named me after a living tree
And I will forever live
They named me after a sleeping tree
And I will never sleep
The name they chose is perfect
It holds me young and old
Sweet and able
Gentle and bold
That tree is Maple.