Seasons Haiku
Skinny, empty trees
sway softly in the slow breeze
ballerina trees.
Fresh morning air
Fragile leaves crumble under my feet
Tricks and treats await.
Leaves bloom,
Ocean skies and shinning sunsets
A hint of quiet breeze.
Soggy sand everywhere,
crystal waves crash on the sunny shore,
Glistening crystal sea.
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