The vines rowboat leaves
Swayed by the winds shifting wake
Struck by spring’s sea spray.
Sailing to clear places
And toward the horizon.
Lighthouse guides the lost
Far from lurking rocks and stone
Shying from harms way
Lighting the true path
For one to take.
He saw no petals
Falling from trees or flowers
With slow wind, but his
Feet brush the pink
Confetti from the cherry tree.
Scaling to the top
Shading eyes to see the land
Grabbing onto branch
As to stay up
And see as long as possible.
These haiku forms are called Tanka, they are just haiku with two added lines at the end
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