Fluttering in thousands through the sunlight
Samaras of the silver maples
How many to make the living forests?
Profligate? Perhaps averse to gambles
So many though but few survive
Few of the millions to keep alive
A suite from 1763
By Haydn found two centuries after—
Can you hear the angels’ cheers and laughter?
We too deposit silver seeds that grow
Often much later in time than we can know