I am not doing any haiku writing these days, but when I stepped out of my office during the lunch time today, I noticed one of the trees was getting pruning. The gardeners were off to lunch break. There were just pruned branches on the ground. A bench underneath was almost buried by them. I looked up to the tree. I saw lots of sky through it, and the leaves showed the stream of wind. Then I felt haiku. Instead of writing it down, I photographed the scene.