Winter’s gray broken
Rays of life warm the planet
Yellow flowers bloom

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, color signals spring is near.
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Winter’s gray broken
Rays of life warm the planet
Yellow flowers bloom

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, color signals spring is near.
A bee flew to a flower for its nectar. Landing, he asked, “Where are the others?”
“They have all died. I am the only one left. Where are the bees?”
“They have died also. I am the only one left.”
“What happened?”
“The snake said the flowers were using us, so we stayed away.”
“The snake told us the bees were stealing our nectar, so we hid from them.”
“We should have never listened; we needed each other to survive.”
As the flower wilted, the bee fell to the ground beside her. And the snake slithered by.