Sonnet On Nature

I like and love the Nature's beauty wild

Untouched, unpruned, unhandled by the man

It seems a sportive, naked, healthy child

Without a worldly brain to plan,to scan.

            The bushes have so free a wayward spread

            The growth of trees get height at will of own

            The thick of thickets grant how safe a bed

             To birds and beasts and all to claim their zone.

The swelling rivers run to see in spree

The curling currents form their throbs of breast

Dancing down from the shiny,snowy glee

Of mountains' peaks - instilling awe and quest.

               I often mark and think of oceans' thirst

               That haven't the quench and rage as if to burst.