Naugatuck Valley Community College
CHANGES Jennifer Jones* The Maple tree in the fall is alluring, She is an enchantress, Captivating the attention of everyone she meets. Her foliage displays An abundance of beauty That leaves spectators in awe. She is admired, Met with flashing lights, Simpered faces, and intimate touches. People find refuge Underneath her balmy branches. That is, until The extremities of winters wrath, Stripped her of all her glory. The rich covering that once adorned her, Now left her raw, exposing her uninviting scars. She is vulnerable, Ignored by the same people That once ravished in her beauty. She is left desolate. There is not a single soul To embrace her In her time of despair. So many delighted in her, And yet, There is not one whom she can call upon To shield her bare branches from the storm. However, She finds solace in knowing The seasons will change. All her impurities Will be refined. She is resilient, She is a maple tree.
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