Whispers of the morning, soft and gray,
Embrace the world in veils of mist;
A gentle touch upon the day,
Where sunlight and shadows quietly coexist.

The trees stand cloaked in mystery’s shroud,
Their branches lost in the fog’s embrace;
A silent world where echoes are loud,
In this ethereal, hidden place.

Step by step, paths unwind unseen,
As fog wraps dreams in its tender fold;
The world becomes a soft-hued scene,
A story of wonder silently told.

Yet with the sun’s warm, rising glow,
The fog retreats, its dance complete;
Leaving behind the world we know,
Awakened from the night’s discreet retreat.