A bird flies across <br />The grey skies flapping its wings <br />To beseech rain Gods <br /> <br />At the end of May <br />The tulips of Amsterdam <br />Will bow down and die <br /> <br />First monsoon showers <br />Ushered in with mirth and glee <br />Trees too are dust free <br /> <br />As May fades away <br />Cherries berries and other fruit <br />Are sighted in June<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-4-14/
