At the break of dawn,
As shadows stretch and yawn,
The world is enveloped in a silken grey
As day and night gradually dissolve.
A veil of mist in valleys profound,
Awakens dreams from quiet slumber,
With murmured secrets, gentle and frosty
Of hidden tales yet to be revealed.
The trees are draped in blankets of white
Their branches vanished, out of view
In silence, a quiet calm resides
Where echoes resonate like faraway chimes.
Mountains emerge and vanish
Their majestic peaks now obscured,
The mist, akin to time, a transient presence
That dances lightly on invisible wings.
Through hidden trails, it gracefully glides and weaves
Amid the branches, through fall foliage
A tranquil, spectral presence
That curves to every hill and mound.
The mist is akin to the thoughts we harbor
The dreams we cherish, the truths we pursue
A mist that obscures our boundaries
Amidst reality, myth, and wonder.
It conceals the past, distorts the vision
Veiling the world in hues of blue
A secret, a tender kiss
An enigmatic world cloaked in mist.
As the sun ascends into the sky,
Its light shines through, warmth like a glove
The mist will clear, and shadows disappear
Unveiling the mysteries of the night.
In that light, the world will shine
With vibrant colors, a dazzling dream
But for a moment, gentle and curled
We shall recognize the veil that shrouds the earth.