For the dverse prompt, an erased haibun.
Beneath these skies, these trees, what is there to do but walk and look and listen? Sky stretches where cloud floats; stream runs mirroring dancing leaves and all about, in the tremulous motion of the leaves is the rhythm of song and the unself-conscious calling of the birds.
Leaves catch the new sun
the oriole pipes unseen.
mirroring dancing leaves
of the golden oriole