Mist rising from a tranquil pond at dawn
A magical sight, nature’s veil is drawn
Soft tendrils reaching for the sky
In the hushed embrace, beauty does lie
Silent whispers dance upon the water’s sheen
Creating a world of enchantment, serene
The sun’s golden fingers kiss the mist
A surreal moment, not to be missed
Ethereal shapes in the morning light
A symphony of peace, a wondrous sight
The pond becomes a canvas, a masterpiece
With mist as the paint, the beauty will not cease
The stillness broken by the song of a bird
Reverberating through the mist, unheard
Nature’s orchestra, a gentle refrain
Adding to the magic, removing the mundane
As the mist retreats, the day begins to stir
Awakening the world, a gentle whir
But in that fleeting moment, we were reborn
In the mist rising from a tranquil pond at dawn