Blossoms

Pathway curving around this loop,
Thousands of people walk by everyday.
Usually they are all gone by early spring,
To return again in the fall.

All these trees gracing the walkways,
Standing in pairs across this paved path.
All in full bloom
Transforming the landscape
Into a wonderland of white.

Flowers fill the sky,
Enticing and enchanting this area
Which is usually passed by to catch a bus,
Get to wherever needs going to.

For extenuating reasons,
These thousands of people are still here
This year, for once.
So they all see these blossoms,
On these beautiful trees
That we always thought to be ordinary.

Usually they get dressed up and ready
Just to go unnoticed,
To be seen by nobody,
And once they shed their evening gowns,
Everyone comes back,
To see them plain and bare.

For once they are seen in their glory,
They catch every passers-by eye
So lonely for three months this year,
They are so glad to have everyone back,
Everyone back to see them at their best.

Of all the things we could complain about,
Of what has happened this year,
We can all be grateful for one thing.
We now get to see the trees in bloom,
Our campus transformed from concrete to green
This space looks beautiful to me,
Everyone so happy to be outside,
Studying, eating, playing, catching the bus
Walking to get here and there
Amongst seas of white queens.