Metamorphosis

My lush and rich 'Moonrise' maple,
Let me lean on your trunk,
And feel your bark with it's sap-
Throbbing to your brain!

As I close my eyes,
And watch you change,
Your wardrobe in spring,
And in your pool of smile
You wash your leaves to neon red!

When summer is here,
You want an air of free!
And all little leaves,
Wear a passion, in their faces-
With a yellow, lime green,
Of an ancient chartreuse liqueur!

Bright oranges and deep red,
Make you look my princess,
When we need to pass through a fall
To a winter of uncertain colours!

My sweetest moonrise,
You are made for all seasons,
And you wear all seasons,
Can I steal a season,
From your lust of metamorphosis,
As a drunk passionate lover,
And make our season,
With the best champagne to flow!