Maple tree, O maple tree,
Here is my appeal to thee:
Take my sorrow into thy leaves
(For hired workers might shred thy sheaves).
Please know that we have tried to shake
The elected ones: to see and make
A good resolve to keep you alive
So birds and we could see you thrive
In green-bound glory: receive protective
Cooling from the solar radiation.
Know that you will still enliven
Our daily lives: you have given
Beauty and grace these last two centuries
That always will be in our memories.
Aug. 22, around 7 a.m.: the old maple tree was murdered.