Invisible. Almost. A tree you might pass every day without a second look. Until that moment when your gaze is involuntarily drawn to what appears like garlands of pink flowers haphazardly but attractively flung all over the tree. And the bedecked tree reels in your attention and holds it captive. You realise the floral arrangements adorning the tree are its blossoms. And you marvel at yet another tree with mesmerizing blooms in delicate hues of pink.
A.R Sara 