I see the sunlight dappled on the hill, A balmy afternoon in the late Spring, I hear the sweet beautiful birdsong still; It's a time when all the birds sweetly sing! And the meadows of flowers sweetly blow, They perfume the air with fragrance so sweet, Sometimes at evening when I walk slow; I stop to see those flowers at my feet. I stop and stoop to smell their dear sweetness, For they are filled with everlasting grace, For sometimes they will my fair cheeks caress; And brush their petals up against my face. I admire they're so very sweet beauty, They are a very fond treasure to see!
This is my first Sonnet! It makes me happy to write one!!