When the sun is a fading flower,
spring forgets winter on a summer day,
a taste of grape juice or green tea,
Basho recites his Haiku in an eco-green assembly.
Blessed by the bird's choral,
the earth freezes like snow,
Haiku permeates the air.
Jubilant dawn watches a delightful fish,
flying in a stream.
Sweet nature smiles like good memories,
the sun, a blushing flower.
The air whispers, ‘Good morning.'
Outside, under the microscopic blue,
my fingers adorn my paper, with another Haiku.