Awakening Wood
By Paladin Young
Marching ever on—
Rampant hope, harsh progression
Strong live, nothing grieves
Damp soil, dripping leaves
Drizzle, shower, grow, freshen
Forgetting what’s gone
Memory erased
Stucco tile, clay pots remain
The wood awakens
The weak forsaken
Like Their legacy, profane
They left Earth defaced
Gentle winds, blowing
Life rebuilds what They laid waste
Graceful steams, flowing
They found life while Earth found death
But at Their end Earth drew breath
I used to write haiku almost religiously.