forest

My first attempt at an English sonnet.

i walk beneath the leaves beside a grown path

a wind blows lightly up the wooded hill

in this place sheltered from the world of wrath

a wind blows slightly; at these times they will.

there is no sound more graceful than the leaves

they whisper gentler even than a sigh

i listen to the sound, i feel the breeze

a miracle sent down from heaven high.

besides me walks my love, my endless sea

we speak not as we tell each other all

she hears and hears these trees the same as me

these woods are our home, our moon-lit hall.

us and the trees are freed from earthly cares.

these trees and loves are mine as i am theirs.

Author's Note

The lack of capitalization is an intentional decision. Other than that, feel free to comment on any aspect.