Shakespearean Sonnet:

In peaceful days, I find my greatest joy No wealth nor power could bring such content With humble means, my soul feels employed And life’s pure pleasures are my heart’s lament

The sun’s warm rays, the gentle breeze that blows The rustling leaves, the birds’ sweet melodies These simple things, each day my heart bestows A true delight, a balm to life’s unease

No grandeur sought, no fame nor fortune won For me, a life of peace and love will do A quiet place, a garden in the sun Where I can tend my herbs and flowers true

With simple joys, my heart feels truly blessed In gratitude, my soul finds perfect rest