Ode To a Maple Tree

The sweet wind swings white fog The dew drops away and turns to be slippery           The leaves of maple trees are as red as fire, They are shining in Girl's eyes            At the beginning of the heart of the clouds           The thin gauze skirts make branches straight           Like long hair flows into a waterfall As soft as the willow drifts,           Spilling into the horizon light  of  the river of time           Long live youth! Hooray Long live Youth            I am willing to be the mottled birch trees, to protect you from the wind and sand           I would like to block the wind and rain for you  as well         For I am right in a moment that I fall in love with you