The moon doth appear in that dark horizon <br />And glistens with a beam of drifting light. <br />Let thy passions stroll with the companion <br />Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night. <br />O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again <br />For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells. <br />I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain <br />And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels. <br />Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being <br />Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature! <br />Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing <br />A song of Love that warmeth every creature. <br />Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind, <br />Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.<br /><br />Osman Gani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shakespearean-sonnet/
