I would love to hear your thoughts about this modern sonnet I wrote just for fun. Side-note: For those of you who know about sonnet structure I originally wanted it to be a traditional English/Shakespearean sonnet [a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-f-e-f-g-g], but it turned out to be much more modern. Anyway, let me know what you think.

The earth silent, between breathing in and breathing out.
Leaves fall to the ground below, and land in patterns unseen.
Nature sighs, a dying sun spills bloody light, and with it, doubt.
For smoke curls in twisted tendrils from the end of a cigarette held in between
two fingers, though, not professing nature’s peace.
Two eyes look around, first entranced by the beauty, magic found in a walk.
Walking forward, now aware of nature’s sigh, aware of the quiet release.
Two ears, reminiscing, in a silence made for reminiscing, not worried of a clock.
The hands, the eyes, and the whole of being, now a part of the silence, such
that in so a part of nature itself, breathing as one, breathing in, and out and in
smoke. It floats up and into the air, caressing it, a pretend lover’s touch.
And closeness fades, and now it is so far away, maybe not there to begin

Toss it away, and stamp it out, forever ridding nature of the wicked smoke.
But, what is this? The silence is lost, and nature’s sigh itself broke.