The Veil

A Series of Haiku Written in Class

As the cool, smooth breeze

Lovingly grazes my cheek

Sunshine confines me;

My tensions subside.

Outside, far stretched fields of green.

The veil binds me here.

Surrounded, I see

All, less one tree, every bird,

Flower and their bees.

If colors could sing

I'd hear great symphony, though

Gladly they don't speak.

Quietly, I do

One thing, the reason I came

To this field of green:

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_____-remember to take it easy…M.D.