[Masa]

Does thou speak the wind?
Can thou understand thy words?
Trust it as a friend.
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Corruption lies as an unwanting waste,
Yet to it's maligned practice all rush haste,
To all the dangers that I have once faced,
This seemed quite childish, innocent and chaste.

Pour out their feelings, as well as their lies,
Soon it will be an end, it's their demise,
Plant a tree to replace the ones that die,
Listen as the winds' whispers become cries.

As the wind howls and the mess cleaned away,
The filth of the world is in disarray,
And cleanses the rot off a land of decay,
Peace will return, I will wait for that day.
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In a world of rot,
A world of brown and dead skies,
There lies a green spot.

[Serac]

Ha, rather than try and instill a little spark of hope at the end, you should have just found a way to crush all hope completely. It might sound kind of bitter, but it would have been a good way to end it. Of course, I see nothing particularly wrong with the hope thing, because you played that out fine, too.

Oh, and isn't 'chaste' pronounced differently than the words rhyming with it? I thought it sounded more like 'cast', or 'mast', not 'haste'. Hm, that would kind of throw off the rhyming if I was right, yeah?

Anyway, a fine job as usual.

[Masa]

Thanks Serac, but you know I never leave my poems completely helpless, this is about nature rebalancing the problems of the world. Thus it would right itself and recreate a harmonous balance... after it wiped out most of humanity that survived their own apacolyptic struggles.

And I have no idea about chaste, I looked it up and it's pronounced both ways, but I thought as you did at first, *shrug* Oh well.

Thanks for commenting man!

[Lubesh]

That was rhymically and peotically quite a feast. I had one irk which was ur very last haiku and the rhyme or the word dot knocked the subtley from it, unlike your first.

[Masa]

I think the word "is" knocked it off tune...

Thanks Lubesh! I really appreciate your lovely comments!