Haiku Day

Deciphering words
out of the babble we hear
what we think are words

Reacting to trees
how they appear different
the more you see them

Perhaps like they did
the first time we walked with her
could she remember

Face of practiced awe
who are we to interrupt
the pace of rapture

With our semantics
is she responding or just

Language we provide
shaping the eternity
from which she springs forth

To fit a design
we can barely respond to
with a halting yes