Sansara

These are four haiku about the four seasons that form a cycle just like them when read over and over again :)

Then It Sprinkles

And then it sprinkles,

Then it dries-- Flowers budding;

A fawn cries: New life.

Then It Shines

Then it shines-- Young birds

Fly. Flowers bloom; sky is bright

blue. New life just grew.

Then It Crinkles

But then it crinkles--

the leaves fall. People kill deer,

"'cause it's fun"... Death's here.

Then It Dies

Then it dies-- world dyed

white, life died black. But with time,

The world will be washed.