The Tree’s last leaf falls Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms; Dreaming with eyes closed
Sometimes those blooms bore such sour fruit. I do enjoy attempting haiku with Nature elements. I should take some time to study the development of the Haiku and its form.
Serene, float among green growth, Buds desire to open, join the flotilla. Gentle one, you are like the waterlily Which grow across the surface, The still surface of my pond.