I have this tree that is right outside my window; I adore it so much. Since everything has happened with corona, I can not spend much time outside with my friends and family. This tree only blooms for about 2-3 weeks per year. I wrote this poem wondering what the tree thinks and wondering when this will all end so we can enjoy ourselves like we used to.
I used to sit outside
Looking at my favorite tree
It definitely wonders if I died
Waiting for a time where I become free
This is the time of the year
When the flowers bloom
And the world is in fear
Waiting a time where we no longer use zoom
We sit in our houses
Looking out for better days
To spend outside with our spouses
And to call everyday a holiday
ENGL110 Spring 2020 11:15-12:05 
I really like your last line, “And to call everyday a holiday.” That sentence really makes me realize how crazy life is right now. It is also crazy to think about how Easter just passed and we weren’t able to spend it with our families. I can’t wait for this to be over, so I can celebrate everyday like it is a holiday.
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I really liked how creative you were with this poem. It was interesting how you thought about what the tree would be thinking. I liked the line “It definitely wonders if I died”. This line helped give the effect of a rhetorical question cause it got me thinking about how no one is spending time outside.
-Mihalis Hrisafinis
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I agree with some of the comments. I loved how you wrote this from your trees point of view. I found it very creative you took a different perspective of the situation that many of us are going through. I also really loved the picture of your tree. It’s represented to me that life is still going on around us even in this pandemic.
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Trees really do represent a lot right now in quarantine. They’re pretty much the only things outside right now and they’re wondering where we are, as if they were human. I liked when you talked about the flowers blooming and the world being in fear. The world is so different now and the time when the world is supposed to be so beautiful, it’s not.
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