Praise in Summer

This poem isn’t really about plants and moles but it is not to cryptic either. The first six lines describe the world upside down. The trees are mines where the branches are roots and the roots are branches. The moles fly and the birds burrow. In line seven Wilbur ask “Why is this mad?” I rember when I was little I would stand on my head and think what if that was right side up and I was upside down? Then as I grew up I learned that was simply madness. Lines 8 to 10 have some more substance. Madness perverts our praise because we are so busy thinking what we are suppose to and we don’t appreciate the true beauty of what is. “Dose sense so stale that it must need derange the world to know it?” He’s asking are we so conformed we need madness to have senses? The last three lines are about how it doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong we should just appreciate that it is. The rhyme scheme is an ABABA. The strange thing about the poem is that I noticed is that each line starts with a capital letter no matter how the line before ends.