Sonnet # 6

Behold the human race! What wonder thing!
My tears in sadness wet, in joy they`re bright.
We have the fancy things of a queen, king,
And female voices for the ear jut right.
And when of age our faces turn to old,
What animal compares with such a look?
We have the patience to work the pearl, the gold,
And hands the most delicious meals to cook.
So then with a loud voice and surely clean
I can cry out all o`er the universe,
"Yes, listen now, this`s what I truly mean:
The human race is far from any curse."
The ground is rich enough to give the flowers,
But mind immmense is God who makes us towers.