Morning day (Shakespearean sonnet)

The cold, blue, white, misty and cloudy sky,
Hark to many arising battle-cries.
Hence the call of the different sun chimes,
Hither, the morning clouds, all frozen in time.
The divination of nature's wonder,
Suddenly hits me like balls of thunder.
Mark, the tedious stultifying sunrise,
That drains out almost all the morning cries.
The halcyon of the huge vicinage.
Gives many images of the montage.
Fleuries of the remanent animals,
The wonder of the nature's luscious new birth,
Truly, tis' thee what a beautiful birth.

Desert (free verse)

So hot and dry
only the cacti provides water.
Deriving creatures of the essential needs.
baked and blazing,
cracking the ground,
fierce winds blow hard.
Evaporating all the water
Temperatures reaching up to 50 Celcius,
like the Death valley
this is the desert.

Forest life (edited to a Shakesperean sonnet)

Running hard in the big rocky forest,
and then it suddenly appeals to me,
that the spiritual growth of this vast place,
is always thriving like a living tree.
Animals that will eternelly run,
shape the environment that we live in,
all the humid wetlands and damp marshes,
protected by mother nature within.
Enormous plants and scraggly bushes,
they constently be so useful to us,
they breathe in the pollution,
and so we can evermore conclude that thus,
the whole forest is always alert, alive
all very hidden within, all which strive.

Combs(quatrain) *

Bzzz Bzzz, bees start to buzz,
the coming out of the hive but 'twas,
penetrating  as through the air,
and it startes to flare.

Sun (quatrain)

Sunshine flutttering into the room
fills the air with heat,
the flowers start to bloom,
all so gentle and sweet.

Dandelion (quatrain)

The yellow dandelion,
comes to life every spring
in which it is an abstraction,
that gives off a strong ring.

Gloomy day (quatrain) *

Hanging vines and a broken twig,
Flying clouds overhead,
it eludes me why they are so big,
so ominous, filled with extreme dread.