Fog is an eerie shroud of mist
closing in around you.
Fog is a thick blanket,
covering the morning dew
Fog is a silent predator,
Carefully stalking its prey.
Fog isolates you,
Makes you alone,
And before long you are swept away.
Birds chirp, a wake up call
To a world bathed in sunshine
A perfect day, buzzing with excitement.
The grass is green, trees swaying in the breeze,
Then the fog comes in.
Creeping slowly, not making a sound
Slowly, little by little, all goes quiet.
Birds cease to talk, and all of a sudden, the fog has arrived,
Without anyone noticing.
But the eerie silence, in a way, is just as beautiful as before