668. Beneath the hush of trees where rivers run,

SONNET 668
By JH Sayyar

Beneath the hush of trees where rivers run,
The earth speaks soft in leaf and wind and stone.
It sings in shadows, glistens in the sun,
And makes the weary feel less lost, less lone.

The mountains wear the skies like royal veils,
Their silence deeper than the world can know.
The grasses bend to every passing gale,
Yet rise again with grace in every blow.

The moonlight spills on fields like silver rain,
While stars keep watch in timeless, glowing grace.
The world turns on, through joy and grief and pain,
Yet nature holds her still and sacred place.

 

O let me dwell where roots and waters lie—
Where truth grows green beneath a boundless sky