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A new day a new haiku
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by
What else can you make? Why must you always consume? What else can you learn?
As a breeze drifting In and out and in-between A voice calling me
With patience and pluck These small scrappy strips of land Can be a garden
Open up your eyes While we are alive. Don’t think This moment is right
Climb up a mountain Climb up a tree, just please stop Climbing over me
Life still carries on In spite of all our failings So choose to be kind
Golden morning glow Pure and untarnished promise Flawed expectation
Put away those toys And come into the garden The best place to play
You hide and I’ll seek Deep down in the yellow creek To the highest peak