Sonnet 14

How wisely nature did decree Creeping birds sounding in the morning Chipping the blue rays; they are free The shades is green; always welcoming Sighting of the mountains which are beauty Acting of the sun; scorching triumphantly Brightness of light moon in purity Branches of trees leaning heavily Melodious music singing to my hearts Declarance of nature which is pure gold Loving it playing with both sides For nature's hardest hue to hold We live in it, first created, our pleasure Accepting all that comes; it's our treasure