Clouds move through the skies,
Changing their shapes all the time,
Pictures up so high.
Deer sprints to the road,
Then she waits for her children,
They cross together.
Turtle swimming slow,
Sliding through the ocean foam,
Four feet paddling.
Kayla Jarnac
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-4-5-05/
