A Foggy Day
The fog enschrouded the nature,
You could see the trees with their outstretched limbs.
When you walk the environment is caressed,
With the fog only revealing some of the trees.
Lovers stroll down the lane of happiness,
Tears moistened their faces hidden behind the fog.
The fog dangerous when you go out,
I like to stay at my warm place where I am safe.
The fog like God's companion,
Hugging and caressing us like a long lost lover.
When the sun comes out and the rain clears,
We are united with God;s world.
The fog talks to us in rhymes,
Reminding us that there are better days to come.
To praise fog as one of God's creations,
Then the sun comes out bright ans warming.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
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