The Creator (sonnet)
THE CREATOR (sonnet) Should I compare you to sweet autumn’s day? Nay you’re more beautiful than seasons change Could my heart ever find the words to say? How could I write them how could I arrange? Though colorful as the leaves on the trees They last not long enough to tell it all Your reflection greater than all of these Song sweeter than every bird that calls Works of your hands more beautiful than thee? Nay, potter far outshines the vase he makes More beauty than eyes are able to see Creator... Sign in to see full entry.