Sonnet 16, Oh What a Beautiful Flaming Morning

Oh what a beautiful flaming morning,
Red as the rose that in summer is born
And to every shadow its light is drawn,
Glitters the sky without any warning;
Radiance fire on the window will bring,
Grateful is my heart for all this adorn
When up wakes again in flames the dark dawn,
In peace it comes to play - in fiery sing.

Hush little waves on the wilderness lake
The forest's coming to life now for sure,
Springtime is ridding in with new colors;
Seeds in the soil now's your time to wake,
'Grow up to bloom be in fragrance once more'
Little frozen brook now gladly hollers.