Lily pads pause
on a beech with no pond—
the forest waits
January 2026
Haiku, a concise form of poetry born in Japan, has found its way into hearts worldwide. It's brief, yet when crafted well, it delivers an impact that lingers. In the art of haiku, less isn't just moreāit's everything.
Lily pads pause
on a beech with no pond—
the forest waits
Machines hum in dark,
Human hands lose grasp and sway—
Cold logic holds tight.
Hurt carves paths so deep,
a quiet sea now beckons—
solace over pain.
Medals shine with pride,
Cold War's silent watch endured—
Honor's quiet stand.