Analysis of Survivor

The maple tree outside my window
Flames in the sunlight, flaunts scarlet leaves,
Shivers with life.

I have seen that same tree
Bulldozed, prostrate,
Roots indecently exposed,
Clods clinging to frail rootlets
Pitiful and bare.

Once replanted, shored upright,
Given water, time, and sun,
It burns as if it were pure autumn’s essence,
As if in truth there were
No such thing as death.