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When Nature Wakes

There’s a time when all life
Is thought to have slumbered,
A time when Destruction rests.
It is a time when Nature opens possibilities
For the animals that smiles cheerfully
As they chatter and play,
And for the flowers that stand
Like the flocks of peacocks,
As they open themselves for
The dances that many breeze offers
And the nourishment the Mother provides.
It is the time when the clouds are at rest,
And the scorching heat cools.
It is the time when silvery rays,
And the millions of eyes
Look down onto Nature’s liveliness
But,
Destruction will wake.

William Shakespeare's Sonnet 35

No more at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Ecusing these sins more than these sins are.
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense-
Thy adverse party is thy advocate-
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence.
Such civil war s in my love and hate
That I an accessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.