In the hush of dawn’s embrace,
Where shadows softly play,
The fog begins its tender dance,
And night turns into day.

It wraps the world in mystery,
A cloak of silken gray,
Concealing trees and winding paths,
In a dreamlike, ghostly sway.

Each step is met with silence,
A world both near and far,
As if the earth holds secrets close,
Beneath a morning star.

And as the sun ascends the sky,
The shroud begins to lift,
Revealing all that lies beneath,
A world reborn, a gift.