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
accommodating 

Language we provide 
shaping the eternity 
from which she springs forth 

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