Sonnet for My Grandson

*Write a sonnet. My grandson celebrates his seventh birthday tomorrow! Sonnet subject? No-brainer!

Oh did you know that bright and right spring day
That you would be my sun and renew all?
And did the yellow buds that herald May
Spring forth at your first dawning, infant call?

For you’ve changed every day since then.
Rebirthed in me a love of life so true.
I am convinced that wonders waken when
They hear the faintest, stirring sigh from you.

But Nature discounts ardent inquiries
And looks the other way in playful scorn.
It whispers through its winds and rustling trees
That I should praise the fact that you were born.

Oh, Nature’s wrapped in mystery and show,
You, Grandson, best its miracles . . . I know!