In the early dawn, when shadows blend,
The fog creeps in, a gentle friend.
It wraps the world in a soft embrace,
Hiding secrets in its misty grace.
The trees stand silent, cloaked in gray,
As whispers of the night fade away.
Paths once clear now disappear,
Underneath the fogâs tender veneer.
The world slows down, wrapped in a dream,
Where nothing is quite as it seems.
Each breath is cool, each step unsure,
In the fog’s quiet allure.
As the sun rises, colors break through,
The fog begins to bid adieu.
Revealing wonders it gently hides,
In the calm of the morning tide.