Maple Tree

There's a maple tree in my yard looking down Every leaf and branch holding on to the ground I see red and gold, bright and dark all in one Seems like yesterday when this all just begun Roots that melt your heart Drying up There's a maple tree in my yard looking down Every bird above circling with no sound I come step by step close enough to touch But if I do will it hurt more or as much Air that pricks your skin Magnifies And days will soon go by Without you