Sonnet 5

Upon a gentle hill, where willows weep,

And silver brooks do graceful dances play,

Doth Nature's canvas bear a scene most deep,

Wherein a thousand tales of love convey.

The azure hue that paints the boundless sky,

Doth cast a veil upon the verdant earth,

And in the twilight glow, where shadows lie,

The tender seeds of melancholy birth.

Yet, lo, amidst this scene of sweet despair,

A radiant bloom doth pierce the veil of night,

And with a gaze, so bold and yet so fair,

Bestows a kiss upon the fading light.

So let us too, in Nature's grand embrace,

Find solace in the beauty of her face.