Mist

In the realm where dreams intertwine with reality,
Where ethereal whispers dance upon the air,
There lies a spectacle of sublime divinity,
As mist rises, weaving a tapestry fair.

Over the vast expanse of tranquil waters,
A veil emerges, soft as a lover's caress,
Unveiling a world of hidden wonders,
In this mystical realm of pure finesse.

The mist, a gentle mistress of the dawn,
Unfurls her tendrils, embracing the land,
Her touch, a tender kiss, so softly drawn,
Enveloping all with a delicate hand.

Through verdant forests, she gracefully glides,
A ghostly ballet, a ballet unseen,
Whispering secrets to ancient trees, she confides,
As they sway in her embrace, so serene.

Her ethereal presence, a hushed symphony,
Unveiling nature's secrets, layer by layer,
As she weaves her enchantment, so gracefully,
Transforming the ordinary into something rare.

The world awakens, bathed in a mystical hue,
As the mist rises higher, reaching for the sky,
A celestial dance, a spectacle so true,
Where beauty and nature become unified.

Oh, how the mist paints a masterpiece divine,
A canvas of wonder, a sight to behold,
Where water, land, and forests intertwine,
In a symphony of mist, a tale untold.

So let us pause, and in this moment, surrender,
To the allure of mist, its ethereal embrace,
For in its beauty, we find solace so tender,
A reminder of nature's infinite grace.