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