Moving Fog
Reaching the morning daylight the fog moves
It looks into the heart of the forest
And finds the life force within its formed grooves
And the fog emulates what seems richest
The trees learn of the fog’s suffocation
Reaching the morning daylight the fog moves
It's in the crevices of elation
Knowing the fog brings joy, and surely loves
The white fog sometimes conceals the white doves
That fly brilliantly within the outskirts
Reaching the morning daylight the fog moves
Carrying all living things that it flirts
Powerful feel emits going upward
The fog starts to lose its strength, it evolves
Forming the rich blue sky that floats skyward
Reaching the morning daylight the fog moves
Russell Sivey
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