The Moon's nighttime spell,
Brings the creatures to an ease...
White lilies glisten,
In Summer's blanketing rays...
Dreaming Rain
Beating a window...
A lonely flower so beautiful and pure
Looks up through the grass...
String Haiku
Tornado...
Bound by endless roots,
the once emerald leaves turn red...
Veins bereft of life
Colors change throughout the night...
Sounds howling like moans,
Rolling over hills of green...
The sun is setting on the world,
the day has come to an end...
Dancing fairies
Of orange and red...
Flowers blossoming all around.
So vibrant and a live...
A maiden of only 16 years of age,
sat at the hill top every night...