The Trees – A Collection of Haikus


The Trees

Trees extend outwards,

past my own vision, but you

seem to see for miles.

I’ve slowly gone blind.

Or maybe the mist settled,

dense, in your forest.

The forest is you.

The forest you say is me,

is actually you.

We can see the trees,

but not the trees that we don’t.

We can’t see those trees.

The forest mist seeps,

spills through branches, flows between

skyscraper tree trunks.

The space between trees

has filled with mist, or, maybe,

there is nothing there.

The leaves on the trees

fall past me, and land on leaves

that fell from the trees.

Sir, there are no trees.

There are trees, they are right there.

Sir, the trees are gone.


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