In the silence where the fog resides,
Whispers of the night gently confide.
Veils of gray weave through ancient trees,
Hiding the world in a tender freeze.

Steps falter on the softened ground,
Lost in the magic of mist all around.
Breaths blend with the ethereal air,
A dance of shadows beyond compare.

The world holds still in a muted trance,
While dreams awaken in a fog’s advance.
Soft echoes of a sun’s shy glow,
Reveal paths where wanderers go.

As dawn breaks through the misty shroud,
Secrets disperse with the vanishing cloud.
Yet in the heart, the fog remains,
A gentle memory in soul’s refrains.