In the early dawn when the world is still, A gentle fog wraps the earth in its embrace. Its tendrils…
In the silence where the fog resides, Whispers of the night gently confide. Veils of gray weave through ancient trees,…
In the early dawn, the fog does creep, A silent veil where secrets sleep, With tendrils soft, it wraps the…
As dawn breaks, the world is cloaked in gray, A shroud of fog, so gentle and so vast. It whispers…