there is so much that weighs heavily these days
heavy on the heart, heavy on the mind
it feels like the scales can never be balanced
but try to add up all the small joys
crisp air full of birdsong
the sun warm on your face
a kaleidoscope of flowers blooming
soft purrs and soft furs
soft caress of lips and hands
laughter, dancing, singing
and love
and love
and love
the balance shifts

I will likely come back to this one because green is my favourite colour and I love trees but have a silly placeholder haiku for now:

frogs, I have heard, find
the state of viridity
is not so simple

We sweat and ache to extract our glittering truth
Like so much precious ore from cold rock and stone
Our value inherent and potential unending
But it's hard to keep our shape when the world is on fire;
In the intense heat your choices are limited --
Become malleable, become brittle,
Or break.

You sharpen our edges on the whetstone of your hate,
Then brandish our existence like a knife;
Hold us to the throats of others you wish to subdue
And tell them to fear the metal itself,
Not the ones who put it through the crucible
Beat it into submission and use it
As a weapon.

a bright yellow sun
the pale white moon
stars scattered
to the winds
one man's weed
is another man's wish