A poem by Mirabai

While the flowers grow,

the trees blow in the wind

and I say,

“Why do I see these plants

in bloom?

When it’s fall,

they won’t be blooming

anymore. They will be falling

and making the leaves fall.

But when it’s summer again

the trees will bloom.

the leaves on the flowers will bloom,

and the trees will fall in the wind.”

I look at them

quietly breeze through the air

when the trees blow.

I want to do a haiku:

While I see the flowers bloom,

they blow, and then

they’re done blooming.