Fog

In the misty morn, I wake to a world unknown, Mountain peaks stand tall, but valleys remain shrouded, a mystery to be shown. Roses scent the air, yet their beauty veiled in gray, Birds serenade, their melodies unheard in the foggy fray. Through the haze, I strive to uncover the hidden lore, Exploring the mist, but its secrets elude me more. Then, the sun's rays pierce the fog's embrace, Revealing the valley's charm, as it awakens with grace. The roses bloom, a vibrant smile in the morning light, Birds' songs enchant, filling the air with delight. The mystery unravels, transforming into clear reality, As the fog lifts its curtain, unveiling nature's vitality. In the foggy haze of doubt, my mind often strays, Lost on a path with unclear ways. Searching for true love, yet fear plays its part, A puzzle of existence, uncertain where to start. On the joyful days, when fog retreats from my head, Paths become clear, love conquers fear, no longer misled. Riddles unravel, as clarity takes its stance, In the sunshine of understanding, life finds its dance.