Herbal teas – which are barely, if at all, psychoactive – lack the power of coffee and tea to organise the day into a rhythm of energetic peaks and valleys, as the mental tide of caffeine ebbs and flows.
Usually, a Petrarchan sonnet has a flexible rhyme scheme, so the octave is kind of rigid, it's more ABBA and then the sestets that kind of does its own thing.
There is a natural rhythm here, The slow progress of sap moving up and down the trees combines with the slow stretching of fungi networks beneath the earth.