A grand maple tree
stands in the midst of a concrete jungle
Cigarettes to burn
as the world turns
Martinis consumed in the elegance
As well rounded philanthropists
are caught up in the element
Level of intoxicity reached
Current events transition into the irrelevant
The DJ spins trance
Spirits blossom in the dance
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The Red Maple night club has closed and in the grand finale I stood with the tree. I closed my eyes while holding the limbs and found a deep meditation. This tree has heard many of the nights whispers. It has seen young lovers kiss, heard secrets and kept them in the shadows, and watched over the patrons of this fine establishment since its conception. It was an honor to dance for you…stand with you…let the druid speak as the winds gush. You are loved.