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.