Sonnet: Nature Is Simply Great

I love to breathe the early morning air And feel its cool and freshness touch my skin; I love to see the leaping agile hare, Across the woods, trees, shrubs and hedges thin. I love to take a walk after the rain, The red mud soddened but not slushy ground; The new leaves sprouted all over again, Growing so well and fast, it does confound. I love to exercise by walk each day, And hear the birds sing songs and fly and play; I love to see them peck by beak, go gay; Dumb-founded by all God’s works, I just pray. O, how Nature’s beauty becalms a soul! The foolish creature man, makes it most foul.