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