The Tree; Sonnet 2 Poem by Winston Dsouza

I saw a tree in a country side,
When I was on a horse on ride,
I stopped and got down,
To see the tree which seemed as the golden crown,
The tree was covered with charming golden flowers,
Upon which the winters icy dew showers,
By seeing them my eyes filled with gladness,
Ran away all my sadness,
Tiny sparrows and tender doves,
Were singing with charming sound,
Sheep, calves and cows,
Were on rest under the tree on ground,
I tasted the honey taste of nature under the tree,
And felt relaxed and free.