In
the shade
of
the redwood tree,
I
stood, a fly,
In
time and space,
Insignificant.
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The comparison couldn't be more apt- 'a fly'. We are 'insignificant' before it.
And the use of a Haiku itself is interesting - in three lines with limited words, to describes a tree of such gigantic proportion- almost limitless.
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