As rich as the sunset
Is the color of it's skin
The hair sways in the wind
With the rain falling from little black-holes
The roots take what it can
The sprinkle of the sun from above
And the drops pouring down
A rainbow colors the golden day
As the little sprout grows
Little herb smiles from dark earth
To see light above with the rest of it's kin
A contest entry
- Aaaachooooo Haiku by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended March 11, 2008, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you foe entering my contest. It is well written, but this is not a haiku and therefore does not qualify for this contest.
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