Spring Haiku

For Creative Writing class.

Bees are tricky things
Donít get too close or else, -ouch!
A red welt rising

I lie in the grass
Eyes closed with sun on my face
Ants crawl on my legs

Wind blows through the trees
Dandelions float into
Blue eternity

White trees at my house
Though lovely, smell of dead flesh
Always makes me sick

Storms without warning
Sheets of rain pass by leaving
Rainbows in the air

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