The Misty Tendrils

It happened on a misty morning, When nature's beauty was adorning, The world in a shroud of soft gray haze, As dawn's first light began to blaze. The trees stood silent, veiled in dew, Their branches glistening, a wondrous view, The misty tendrils, like a dream, Unraveled secrets in the gentle gleam. In the distance, a river flowed, Its waters whispered secrets, told, As mist embraced the meadows wide, Where nature's creatures did reside. The birds awoke with melodies sweet, Their songs carried on the misty sheet, A symphony of life, so grand, In this enchanting, mist-kissed land. I wandered through the morning mist, In awe of the world, nature kissed, With every step, a new surprise, In the misty morning's tranquil guise. The mist began to slowly fade, As morning's light more boldly played, But in my heart, its memory stayed, That misty morning, a serenade.