Morning Fog,
Both breathtaking and intriguing,
Descends down the mountainside
To nestle within the valley,
Giving illusion to being alive.
Some men feel trapped within
For their sight becomes hindered.
Others find relief due to the veil
Which envelops them amid daylight,
Hiding them from prying eyes.
Those mortals who fear to fly
Love fog, which gives opportunity
To be among the clouds without
Having to ever leave the ground.
Soon the fog will dissipate
Due to noonday sun,
But one only need to wait ‘til morn
To see it’s tendrils descend again.
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