Tap for Syrup

Sweet as syrup, where did you go?

Tried tapping the trees,

not even they know.

Boiled dry, burned the rest.

Just came asking for sugar,

now you want me less.

I just want my sappy boy.

Hates me now, should I be coy?

Honestly miss him so . . .

won't mean he hears me though.

Sweet as sugar, please come home.

Months on the move, stop your roam.

The trees are dry, there's not a drop.

What did I do to make you stop?

Syrup-y sweet, but you've gone sour.

Tried crying for you,

but the crows got louder.

Whispering to the trees,

the entire woods heave a sigh.

Oh my sweet boy,

where did you go?