From Haiku

White love

white love

Bright light turns into
Soft light and from there we see
It silently dim

Quietness

quietness

After the bustle
Of the city the quietness
Of the park and reverse

Count the sheep

count the sheep

Count the sheep one says
But I had forgotten that
In the dark of the night

Down

down

The gardeners were
Busy to put sunflowers
Down upon their knees