05 Haiku’s

Contemplating Water

The smallest trickle
Silently biding its time
Will destroy this land

Honest waterfall
Freshly spraying purity
Will rot underneath

Leaf on the river
Carelessly shed by its host
Is alive again

The rhythm of life
As the rain beats its own drum
While we run and hide

A nondescript sense
Forming the basis of life
Giving abundance

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