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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

As the trees shed their leaves and winter comes, we must embrace change

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As the days grew short and the chill in the air deepened, the transition from the vibrant hues of autumn to the stale bare landscapes of winter is a reminder of the ever-changing nature of life. For those who observe, they see the story knitted over the crust of the earth.

The trees of the forest, once engulfed in hues of reds, oranges, and golds, now stood stripped of their leaves, their branches reaching toward the sky like fingers on a skeleton. The rustling leaves that had whispered in the wind were replaced by an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional caw of a lone crow. It was as if the world had gone from a vibrant symphony to an offsetting desert.

It was a metaphor for the seasons of life. Just as the trees shed their leaves in preparation for the harshness of winter, we, too, shed our past burdens, making way for new growth and possibilities. Autumn to winter was a reminder that sometimes we must let go of what no longer serves us, in order to embrace the future.

The barren trees were like the pages of an ancient book, their history etched in the circling lines of their trunks. It was a reminder that every life has a story, and every chapter must come to an end. Just as the trees surrendered their leaves to the earth, we, too, must surrender ourselves to the passage of time.

The crisp, cold air carried with it a sense of clarity yet gave a slight sting as if it had the power to cleanse the soul for a price. It was as though the world had been washed clean by the tears of autumn, leaving behind a blank canvas for the season of reflection.

The crisp, cold air carried with it a sense of clarity yet gave a slight sting as if it had the power to cleanse the soul for a price.

The first snowfall was a nudge from the earth. A soft blanket that covered the land in a tender and crisp hug. It was a reminder that even in the harshest of times, there was beauty to be found. The delicate snowflakes were like a promise of rebirth, a fresh start waiting to be discovered once the blanket was dissolved in the comfort of the sun.

The transition from autumn to winter was a time of transition, a time to shed the old and embrace the new. It was a reminder that life is a cycle, a continuous dance of change and growth. Just as the trees would once again be clothed in green come spring, so too would we find ourselves renewed and reborn.

In the changing of the seasons, we found a reflection of our own journey through life. The emotions stirred by the transition from vibrant to bare were a reminder of the beauty and impermanence of our lives. Just as the world transformed around us, we have the power to transform ourselves, shedding the past to make way for a brighter future.

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Banon Schmitz
Banon Schmitz, Junior Writer
Banon is a sophomore beginning his first year on The Central Trend. He has a large passion for all music and hopes to pursue a career in business marketing. He has played the acoustic guitar for eight years and the electric guitar for three.  Aside from school, he spends most of his time out in nature, whether it be here in Grand Rapids or up north at his lake house in Baldwin.  
Favorite band: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Favorite guitarist: Dave Davies
Largest aspiration: Travel the world
Favorite Movie: Doc Hollywood

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