The softness of light,
Playing on the cherry
blossom,
Peace and good will
all.
All day, every day, it was all he did.
Babbling water,
Flowing over the
cracking rock,
All must change some
day.
Stuck outside, sitting under a tree, no matter the weather,
hail, rain or shine.
Buzzing Butterfly,
How do you stay so
beautiful?
Unanswerable.
Ten new haikus a day, or he was beaten. Severely.
Snowy mountaintops,
Off so far in the
distant sky,
Perfect but lonely.
Could wear a guy down.
Screw all this
nonsense,
I fucking hate nature
and Sir,
Time for blade to cut.
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