A More Distant Star

Maple tree, is it plain to see that
You love the sun
And that the sun loves you,
And those long nights are full of jealous dreams
For the trees on the other side of the world.
And yet, I must ask, do you ever doubt
This love that in winter keeps you bare
And in spring makes you exude life
Through your pores?
Is there not, perhaps, a more distant star
That you sense reaches for you in the night?
And do you ever weep for such a star?
In the night time, in your sleep,
You do.
When the wind blows through your branches
I hear you moan.
And for that I see the star shine
Ever brighter.