SONNET 138

Hawks seek a creek or peak so bleak: Each beak
Will sneak the weak that squeak, the meek that bleed.
No weeds or reeds of greed succeed or reek.
Indeed, good seed will feed the breed in need.
The breeze from seas through trees at ease agrees
To please, not tease, the bees like these by eaves.
The sheep do keep their sleep so deep and freeze.
Clouds weep; rains seep; winds sweep a heap of leaves.
Stars preach; skies teach; their speech does reach the beach.
Storm cleaves and grieves and heaves the sheaves of wheat.
Goats' feet repeat the beat of sleet and screech.
No peace will cease; release for geese; lambs bleat.
Let me just flee to sea to be so free
And kneel and feel more zeal and reel with glee.

(Author: Eden Santos Oliveira. Written in 18/08/2008)