SONNET-3

a shakespearan sonnet...

Storms arrive... Clouds cover the dusky sky.
The sun hides down those distant dark mountains.
Winds sweep violently and trees shake and sway.
Branches fall...nests break down...birds cry with pain.

Night falls...dark prevails...laughters turn to tears.
Thou pray and cry...drops stream down thine eyes.
Roars of winds...howls of beasts... Chaos feed thy fears.
Curled thou lie...thy sobs melt into deep sighs.

But fear not...o' poet...a dawn comes for sure.
A new born dawn, where there is no more crys.
Await that dawn...this night is all you bear.
When darkness ends, the golden Sun must rise.

For chaos may prevail...laughter fills hearts again.
New hopes sprout with the rising golden Sun.

Author's Note

please ignore metre problems.