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a series of haikus i wrote for practice, slightly related to each other

An apple ripens
plucked by my old, withered hands
my only solace

Trimming and pruning,
revealing beauty that was
and is always there

Worms ravage my crops
an omen, a reflection
silence in the soil

I feel the power,
the energy, and spirit
all is in my grasp

My life now over,
I start to rot, but hold on
running with the wind

With the wind, I fly
soaring over the beauty
my shadow is cast

The world we live in
such a dream, and a nightmare
fantasy, but real

Rising back from Hell,
the scorched Earth under my feet
slowly, life returns

A tranquil stream flows
devoid of interruption
to its destiny