All the trees notice that there was something different about her, she tried to hide and mix in but the rebel red in her veins made her cry out aloud. Burning with a shade of her leaves, different, but nothing that they have ever seen. They all wait to see what the ticking clock and the weather brings so they can cast their judgement on her fallen leaves.
[Image description: An illustration of a maple tree. The left side of the tree is on fire, while the right side is not alight.]