Even More Haiku

Mist on the mountain

A veil of eternal spring,

Brings home to me; all

Wind fills fields of grass,

a sea of strands or water;

Falls with the clear rain

The foot of a mountain grows tall.

The peak of a man grows short.

Spring rain washes the dust,

Birds float from tree to tree; see

The dust washes rain

Flowers on the trees

do blossom for a day,

Though trees stand; always

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