I came upon some interesting Haikus. I love the way they make you think as you read them. Perhaps this man-child is finally finding inner peace, if only for a short moment in time.

How a brook so small
becomes in its wanderings
a pathway for stars.

Spring passing -
birds cry,
tears in the eyes of fish.

Year after year
on the monkey's face
a monkey face.

It isn't the cold
nor the dying leaves, just
that the birds have flown.

Wisteria vines
killing all they touch
so beautifully.

Now soar butterfly --
but hereafter take more care,
webs are everywhere.