The artist stroked a curved line.
"It's a bird," she thought,
Observing the s-shape
Forming beak and wing.
A dot for an eye,
A few bold strokes for his tail,
And the bird was done.
What should she call him?
Smiling, she named him Haiku.
It seemed to suit him.
But soon she noticed
How sad and quiet he seemed,
Trapped on her sketch pad.
She lifted her brush
And painted an open door.
"Farewell, little bird."
Haiku, joyous, stretched his wings
And flew through the door.
Silently, he sped
Toward his waiting native land,
The world of Nature.
The artist heard him,
For he came to her in dreams
and guided her paintbrush.
Forming beak and wing.
A dot for an eye,
A few bold strokes for his tail,
And the bird was done.
What should she call him?
Smiling, she named him Haiku.
It seemed to suit him.
But soon she noticed
How sad and quiet he seemed,
Trapped on her sketch pad.
She lifted her brush
And painted an open door.
Haiku, joyous, stretched his wings
And flew through the door.
Silently, he sped
Toward his waiting native land,
The world of Nature.
Here he found his voice,
Singing his thoughts and feelings
Singing his thoughts and feelings
in lyrical tones.
The artist heard him,
For he came to her in dreams
and guided her paintbrush.
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