The Magic of the Veiled Valley

I look into the valley A shroud of mist hides its beauty Pale and gray it hangs below me The sun has yet to reach down from its heights I know there is life there There is the smell of a million flowers Floating on cool breezes Cooled by a shallow blue/green pond Rising from the distant floor The sounds of chirping birds Chicks crying for food from their mothers Hawks scream while they look for food Flying high above the valley’s sides They echo from stony walls covered with ancient vines The only sounds on a tranquil spring day The mist breaks for just second Leaving a trail of swirls and eddies As a spotted fawn runs across the dewy grass The sun rises dissolving the morning’s veil The animals hide The birds nest to raise their young The beauty of the valley is still there But the magic that was hidden by the fog The illusion of that peaceful world The melodic song of the valley’s life Burns away in the sun’s bright glare Maybe tomorrow morning before the sun rises I will again stand on this rocky outcropping I will see the veiled world And the magic will be there again