Sonnet 81: On Nature
If you go down to the woods and listen
At the sound of nature all around you
To the Lark and humble cricket glisten
As the sun awakens the morning dew.
You will hear the most amazing sound
Of bird song and crickets in the warm breeze
And see squirrels coming from all around
And hear the wind rustling through the trees.
Cuckoo’s can be heard in the morning air
Woodpeckers hammering away all day
A brace of roe deer make a perfect pair
As they both run and skip and jump and play.
Nature’s wonder is beauty to behold
To behold this beauty is worth more than gold.
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