As dawn breaks, the world is cloaked in gray,
A shroud of fog, so gentle and so vast.
It whispers secrets of the night away,
And hides the morning in its quiet grasp.

The trees stand tall, their branches lost in dreams,
While leaves are kissed by moisture from the air.
The fog, a silent partner, softly gleams,
And turns the landscape into something rare.

Each footstep echoes in the muffled haze,
As if the world itself is holding breath.
The fog, a veil that time and space obeys,
Conceals the earth in its ethereal depth.

And as the sun begins to rise and shine,
The fog retreats, revealing all once more.
But in our hearts, its memory entwines,
A fleeting moment that we still adore.