Where Sky Begs To Touch Paradise Grounds

Sun beams down, flower blossoms open wide
Nature's artistry in its glory and pride
Where fair pools trickle forth into clear streams
Nature sings in rhythm with sun warming beams
Flows beauty, sparkled splash of rainbow trout
Listen with inner ear, hear each joyous shout
Spy above, jumping life in green-clad trees
Walk meadows wide-spread colors, with busy bees
With epic delight wade into cool brooks
To feel wade, can not be felt by reading books
Nothing measures up to Nature's splendor
Be grateful, with praise be an open sender
Where sky begs to touch paradise grounds
Nature joins the two and happily surrounds

Robert J. Lindley, 3-31-2017
Sonnet, LIN 10/11

Syllables Per Line: 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11 10 11
Total # Syllables: 147
Total # Words: 104