Sitting upon this knoll, I am awe-struck;
How fleeting our days float by.
To eternity’s eye, a lifetime is merely a
lonely breath, a single raindrop
meandering through the clouds, a snail
pacing its time until darkness closes; miraculous, life finds its time up.
Yosa Busin haiku
Beautiful poem. I love some of your words choices here: “eternity’s eye,” “a single raindrop meandering,” “a snail pacing its time”… Well crafted. One typo I noticed: I think you mean “breath” not “breathe”. 🙂