New England Maple

We've never met though I greatly desire to I imagine colors bursting and baking goods cobblestone an undercurrent of colonial history I have a candle with your name on it It is sweet but not sickly, like the past It fills my home with the illusion of warmth and pancakes I believe the truth to the experience I'm conjuring is also filled with crisp, cleansing breaths We've never met but I feel certain your colors and gusts are exactly the type of magic I've been seeking When I one day walk your streets and feel your stories I will offer up any penance owed to enjoy the air and see the colors New England Maple Do not disappoint me as you have destroyed so many others You don't know my power or capacity for rage