Into a Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest

Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest Into a mottled shade I sought my rest As I trekked into my favorite woods. There I was but an uninvited guest Seeking Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods! Walking upon an ancient forest floor Among towering oaks and ancient beech Always with joy, seeking very much more And knowledge that my longing soul will teach. Streams flowing over soft green, mossy rocks All about evidence of time's slow creep Here no need for rushing schedules or clocks As we can commune with Nature so deep! Beautiful trees swaying with a soft wind. And I, yet again, find my ancient friend! Robert J. Lindley, 12-20-2015 Note: Nature sonnet , perfect 100 word count and ten syllable verses. From memory of my last sojourn into my favorite old growth forest. Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables