Secret (sonet)

The heart of the wood, has a secret to tell
Mysteries upon mysteries, churning in my head
In this meadow, it has cast on me a beautiful spell
Why for me, what I have done other than gone to tread
The moon above, wind and fire comes near
Hurricane, monsoon, and tornado, danger comes
Only the wise shall know the fear in that tear
Finally, after many years, the hidden is out of the slums
Not only, after that, but the sun also shines once again
Happiness comes back, after so many years gone
So many people are finding that love is their bane
While with others, it the hope, their black swan
Heart of wood, what do you want to tell me
Day, after the day you do not tell, me what should I foresee?


j.h.