Omen - Haiku

The fresh lily pond

A white flower wilts slowly

Loss is expected

Renewal

A man of soiled clothes

Walk slowly down a beaten path

Winds most unexpected

Brush upon his sullen face

Out of the cool he now felt 

A warmth looms in his tired chest

Sensations of unknown yearning

Suddenly fill him to the brim

Sad the man was

Before his first step down the path

But now a sense of hope

Removed the sorrow that held him tight

No longer sad the man went

To his home below the hill

Not in a fashion of sulk and grim

But with a smile for the days to come

Loss - Haiku

The great tree withers

Greying leaves fall gently down

Its caretakers weep

Revenge

Loss and pain are in life's cycle
As happiness and triumph are
All beings go through it all
For such things are quite unavoidable
 
Not one phase does not lead to another
Even though we have our own will
For chance allows things to happen
Even if the dark will be our end
 
What matters one would guess
Is that life should be for the good
For what worth is a man fighting the dark
Using the dark to make ends meet?
 
Odd this is, you might think
But what else is better to do?
Would you wish to make more pain
By subduing the ones that wronged you?
 
Yes, retribution is a delight
A feeling of Justice it sort of gives
But Justice, It is not
Correct them if you must, but vengeance you should not do
 
For life to be of fuller worth
One must learn to grow from the woes
To be reborn out of the darkness
Becoming a better force to all the earth