sonnet 17

oh, day moon upon night sky jet
pavaning sphere the dark will set,
when wind does blow and bow does bend
the natural order does transcend,
the blow does cause the branch to flex
as night to day will too project.
no choice is there when nature bids
it wakes and rouses the seed lid,
so it may serve its purpose through
and bend and flex when it is due;
if only man would heed and learn
that `tis a path the soul will yearn
a rock in strength does stand and bear
e'en with a running river there.

Dedicated to My Alpha Male from whom I
continue to learn the Depths of Nature ~
© t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
06jul2006