8 June 2012
Up and down a hill the sky is almost grey
i am feeling awfully ill
it is only recently may
oh ever so amazingly shiny
ever so very bright
yet tiny
it is brilliantly light
As the chilly wind blew
Watching clouds roaming steadily
As the flock of birds flew
I wait for it readily
As mother nature
Plays her card as the arranger.
Sonnet • Opuss № I