Life in seventeen syllables
Just like people. Some flower and fade early, some like the mountains last into old age. But we're all important, all make our mark on the world, large or small.
I totally agree. We all touch others, it is just sometimes we forget that and don't treat them as the special people they are.
As mountains erodeThey create pockets of soilFor flowers to grow
Maude, I am so happy you are reading my haiku. Please thank Nancy for letting you use the computer to post this lovely response. Keep up the wonderful creativity.