Haiku

Under a dead leaf
An ant struggles to get out. 

It is now twilight, 

By the rippling brook 

A rabbit pauses to breathe; 

A rosebud trembles. 

The clouds are leaden. 

In the air a single wren. 

I feel drops of rain. 

A fir falls softly, 

Moss still lingers on its side. 

Night covers the tree