Amidst the winter forest I see,


    Pride of my nation, a maple tree.


    Upon its branch spotted keenly by me


    I now do see, a single frozen leaf.


    In the forests, I look around


    Us true leaves, so seldom found


    More oft then not in ice we''re bound


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    Unmoving, lifeless, robbed of sound


    For the leaves have fallen down


    Us noble leaves, we''ve been displaced


    Our once great warriors now disgraced


    Canada now lacks common tongue and face


    Stuck as we all are, in this rat race


    I look to the snowy lands I once defended


    I see my people so thoroughly discontented


    Neighbors being friends? A notion long ended


    A populous consumed by ME, fully unrepented


    Begrudge new Canadians, I lack that haught


    How could I judge those who better their lot?


    My lands mistake Justice for penance sought


    Discarding true leaves for those who are not


    Betraying its warriors, for their country been shot


    Replacing us with fresh cancer, a living rot.


    These false leaves drive my nation apart


    They may poison my country, but never its heart


    Every true leaf is nature''s great savage art


    So long as a single leafy seed still remains


    Our once great forest can be regrown again