Two years ago I wrote down a line that came to me while in the garden. A slight tweak and it becomes a haiku:
Leaves softly falling
From the tree as it gently
Weeps for each one lost
Two years ago I wrote down a line that came to me while in the garden. A slight tweak and it becomes a haiku:
Leaves softly falling
From the tree as it gently
Weeps for each one lost