In the gentle hush of dawn’s embrace,
A veil of mist begins to rise,
Whispering secrets to the waking trees,
As silence speaks in softened sighs.
Through the fog, the world is tender,
Hidden paths in muted gray,
Mysteries linger in the air,
As night surrenders to the day.
Soft silhouettes dance in the haze,
Dreams unfurl in every breath,
The fog holds tales of forgotten times,
In its quiet, restful depth.
Yet as the sun climbs higher still,
The veil lifts slowly, piece by piece,
Revealing life anew beneath,
In the golden light of peace.