Whispers of the morning, soft and gray, Embrace the world in veils of mist; A gentle touch upon the day,…
In the gentle hush of dawn’s embrace, A veil of mist begins to rise, Whispering secrets to the waking trees,…
In the hush of dawn, the fog descends, A silken shroud upon the waking earth, Whispering secrets that the night…
The fog rolls in with silent grace, A gentle shroud in morning’s place. It whispers secrets to the trees, A…
In the early dawn, when shadows blend, The fog creeps in, a gentle friend. It wraps the world in a…
As dawn breaks, the world is cloaked in gray, A shroud of fog, so gentle and so vast. It whispers…