Fall comes ,, leafs fall ,, orange yellow and red treasures falling from above ,, rain comes ,, withen it hail drops down ,, balls from heaven ,,melts when it hits the ground ,, wind blows, its a wistle from nature ,, music to earth ,, but noisy to the livings ,, ,, the sun raises and the rainbow comes out ,, a new hope , the living comes out ,, so as you see ,, never fall from a dream ,, after every disaster a new hope is reborned
A haiku :
A peacock shows up.
A rainbow comes out.
Bright shiny colors.
.......
On the hight rainbow top,
bird passes by,
tries to punch a hole.
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