I rarely go outside

but when I do, I look at the tree.

Every year, around the same time

It blooms pink flowers instead of leaves

This year, though,

its taken much more time to bloom

And I sit and wait at the window in my bedroom

Ive never really noticed the three until this year

Because what else do I have to do

But this tree represents the world right now

It’s paused until the world resumes