The Fog Will LiftÂ
The misty veil that shrouds the land, A cloak of gray, so soft and grand, Enveloping all that lies in sight, A world transformed by this wondrous sight.
The fog, a symbol of mystery and awe, A world transformed, as if by a spell and law, A moment in time, that's rare and fine, A glimpse of beauty, that's simply divine.
So let us embrace this misty shroud, And let our spirits be lifted and proud, For in the fog, we can find a new way, A world transformed, in a wondrous display.
The morning dew that settles down, On trees and grass and all around, The world so still, so calm and serene, As if all is lost in a dream.
The muffled sounds that fill the air, Of distant footsteps, voices, and prayer, The world so close, yet far away, As if hidden by a veil of gray.
