Come enter the wild as nature's first child,
shed ancient Godly fears that could be quelled.
Leave your mind behind, your savage self mild -
feel life, land, waters where spirits are held.
In wilderness touch the odd, even grand,
searching still through this world and all its ills;
no overlord will wave his heavy hand.
It is too tough to bend bent human wills.
Arriving amidst nature's tangled twigs;
surely see each branch through this moral maze.
Peer deeply in between where no one digs,
be careful of judgments that this might raise.
Though the wild order may seem strictly raw -
its bewildering beauty brings us awe!
11/11/21 Sonnet 14 lines 106 words
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful sonnet, particularly the third stanza. A good 5*
David, thanks for your thoughtful critique and comment about the third stanza. Most appreciated.