The uptown C
Wasn't running from 50th
And the entrance for the 1 
Was closed for maintenance 
And it was cold 
And windy 
And spitting rain 
But the forced change in direction
The altered commute 
Meant that I spotted a row of trees
Seemingly suspended in mid-air
Decked out in fairy lights
A magical slice of fairy forest
​In the middle of the urban jungle