Sonnet to Nature
O profound contentment nature brings
Each and every waking day
To wake and listen to the birds
Sing songs of vast array.
As morning dawns and chorus fades
To gentle bursts of song
To garden shed to pick up spades
For garden work I long.
Now robin’s spied a spade at hand
With eyes agog he’ll wait
For me to move it like a wand
Exposing worm and grub to fate.
To him – I magic up an easy meal
To me – this life of mine can seem surreal.