A university campus path is lined with red and yellow tulips and leads to a brick building. There are books in the foreground.

Prompt

The Last Weeks of Spring The campus hums a softer tune, Beneath the warming breath of June. The dog-eared notes, the coffee stains, Tell tales of long academic campaigns. The trees wear leaves like laurels won, And every lecture feels half-done. A student sits where tulips bloom, Half in the library, half in their room. Their planner’s pages run out fast, Each deadline looming like the last. But even stress begins to sway— In sunlight’s gold, it melts away. Essays pile like scattered dreams, Redraw