Maple Shiva Bhusal Cleveland, Ohio Autumn brings joy to the maple leaves and they turn yellow, brown, and red until it snows, and a cold, violent wind steals all the colors. The maple tree fades, and its presence resembles with the fate of unrequited love — hollow, desolate, and melancholic. The tree waits for the warmth of the Sun for the snow to melt slowly for the leaves to grow again for the migrating birds to return home for the tulip to smile at it again. Just like spring, with every other season Maple starts a new life. Upahaar 2020 22
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