This is a Shakespearean sonnet about good and evil in nature.
So many people feel a peace of mind,
While resting near a forest, stream, or hill,
For lying there at ease, they can unwind,
With senses bathed in sounds, and minds so still.
We cannot find another place like this,
A place where all the creatures harmonize,
A place in which the mind is filled with bliss,
A place that people would immortalize.
Another voice arises from the past,
It says that nature’s “red in tooth and claw,”
The bliss that’s felt in nature cannot last,
Consuming others is a basic law.
Is darkness true, or is it all pure light?
When viewing black, we cannot see the white.
(written July 2019)