Sweet Surcease

My attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet :)

The fall of steps is heavy on the ground

They pierce the song that's wildly beautiful

All movement slows until there's not a sound

Then bursting forth like music from the soul

The forest's quiet sighs send leaves abroad

I know of naught that clings and plagues my mind

For amidst glory of the Hands of God

What troubled heart will feel not redefined?

Harsh light is filtered by the vivid green

The haze is lifted, all is clearer still

Among these giants, I find calm unseen

By human eyes nor known through human will

When to the forest I go seeking peace

It questions not, but offers sweet surcease