Sonnet #1

   
                    Sonnet #1

She names the flowers, the blossoming trees,
Her delicate voice giving life to plants,
All birds, small animals, and types of bees;
Recites them all alive before me; chants
All nature, all that is under the sun;
Sings softly the gaiety of the world;
Speaks all the names of animals that run
And dance and leap through the new spring unfurled.
She whispers the names of all those that fly,
That waddle or swim or belly-slither.
I am so enthralled and so entranced by
Her softly spoken names, come what hither;
But I can’t let on I’ve known them for days,
Because I love to hear her sing their praise.