English Sonnett

Yellow daises paste themselves to the ground
The dew spreads evenly like a thin glaze
Sun rises, sky glows with a pale blue haze
Swift fluttering wings beat the air so still
As I meander through the garden's front
I lazily rest on a bedded hill
To end this day I bathe in the sunset
The reds blot on the horizons still line
The clouds roll in and so starts the night, wet
Disappear into my house, life's sublime
Depression sets, the mood has gone sour quick
Happiness, a simple joke or a trick