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A new day a new haiku
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Keep running up that hill Though we’ll never reach the top We’ll keep on running
Titans rise and fall While lowly peasants endure Less talk more action
Beauty in order Straight lines and simplicity Yet more in chaos
Between furrowed clouds In the long forgotton dust A still silent rest
This very same field Has been keeping us alive For hundreds of years
Regimented rows Standing up to attention Longing to be wild
These tidy trim lines Belie the desert behind Where are all the trees?
In this wilderness Dormant seeds lie expectant But will they flourish?
Pierced by fierce dark eyes An ambush, a surprise Nowhere left to hide