What Can I Say for a Haiku?

Silence is the snow
falling gently on my hands
the wind whispers cold

Noise is hearing spring
birdsong calls out to the world
now I find a voice

Heat brings on the joy
summer morning glory: here
rushing water speaks

Falling leaves of brown,
crimson, yellow, and golden
show the world their speech

Few words have been found
that can describe the glory
of seasons changing

So I will leave it
to them to explain these things
you just have to watch

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