My heart leaps up

My heart leaps up when I witness

A white fluffy drifting cloud of summer sky

In the evening of warm pinky-orange tinge with pale blue sky;

So was it when the nephophilia in me born;

So is it how I intertwined and now I'm a nemophile;

So be it when I shall find words to prise the lord Al-Khaaliq

Or let serve me!

The love is mother of desires

And I could wish my days to be

Amble for each by natural piety.

This is my imitation on Wordsworth's "my heart leaps up".

I just tried to follow the simple structure and the sense of transcendentalism, the cyclic motion.