I did not see the maple leaf
Beneath my hand, I felt the heat
The tree had risen to its feet
And then I touched the maple leaf

The tree grew tall below my hand
The dewdrops fell at your command
It could not drink the rain's relief
But was not dry, the maple leaf

I dreamed of leaves on fingertips
A bud that grew between my lips
My eyes were opened in my sleep
I saw unfold the maple leaf

Beneath the tree, no shadows deep
Dawn will come to kiss its feet
As I rise up from my sleep
May I kiss the maple leaf?
And would the tree be made a thief
If it should touch the maple leaf?