This Haiku was written as a collective work by Ukrainian children during an online class of Literature by Olena Rosstalna (internally displaced theatre practitioner, director of “AmaTea” Youth Theatre and educator from Chernihiv, Ukraine).
Olena Rosstalna explains:
“All children are displaces. Some joined the class from bomb shelters. During the class I heard alarm siren twice and moved to bomb shelter. Luckily i-net connection was stable and I could continue the class.”
Every fall yellow leaves die
They come back in spring
As beautiful butterflies
In spring moonlit nights
Trees come back to life
Stars are the eyes of God
I can hear the birds singing
I can’t see them, though I know
Spring is coming
