Lines Written In A Spring Eve

Shouldn't I let myself free into the open sky
This ethereal spring evening?
The air, so esterical to smell, the grasses so green to behold
The trees, so filled with joy- every inch of them
So wonderfully garmented by a million shades of green,
Those dying sunrays diving out into the west,
The call of cuckoos, thrushes, and a thousand others,
Have so wonderfully painted out thus landsape for mine eyes
Even serenades do look happy, forgetting all causes of pain
In such a lovely day
Then why should I- o why should i not let myself free in this open sky.