• Sonnet Romantics
    February 7, 2005
    by
    Bbear


    As the bright sun peeked high above the trees,
    It started to dry up the morning dew.
    Birds sing their morning song while they sound free,
    As they would fly through the sky so blue.
    Creatures of the night creep back into bed.
    Beings are awaking from the bright light,
    To make certain that their little ones are fed.
    Wild wacky wistful birds fly with all their might.
    The clear water trickled gently down the stream,
    As a family of scampering deer dashed
    To the stream with thirst, they worked as a team
    And took turns watching so they wouldn’t be lashed.
    Little bunny rabbits hop along the cool dark damp ground
    In search for the lost which must be found.