Sonnet: Let Goodness Always Prevail

The mammoth trees are cut for timber's sake; Large trees along the roads are felled as well; The smaller ones in wild now grow and swell; Then clouds to pour the rain, how can God make! When virtues aren't nurtured in life sometime, Then vices grow with vengeance in man's heart; When bells of praise and hymns to God don't chime, Blessings and grace from heaven can't depart. When man's good deeds are stopped for reasons much, His sins grow from a mole to mountain size; How can the Maker's favours ever touch, As sins abound and soul afills with vice? For God to bless, our righteousness must grow, And seeds of virtues, good deeds, one must sow!