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.


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