to look outside,
and see only fog.
so quiet it is.
so morbid it seems.

the world in the
morning so different
it seems.
now look upon that
peaceful sky.

what is it you see?
what is it you think.
when nothing is visible
yet nothing is gone.

where do you go,
where do you look.
the shades of such
things yet to be seen.

now light hits the sky and
all is changed.
from that dark gloomy
sight to a beautiful light.

the birds chirp up high,
and the crickets below.
the music of air,
a symbol so dear.

as night comes your way
another day changed.
the moon lights the way,
with an ever so glow.

the fright and the pain,
either brought or forgot.
the life of the night,
and the day uncombined.

brought all together,
by the morning fogs sight.