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.