*Courtesy of Google Image
When the sun is hiding behind the clouds’ line…
When the moon already crossed the sky, skipping the glowing shine…
When the day decided to come and shed some light….
That’s when the fog descends upon the land with all the might…
The mist kingdom enters the nature,
Spreading the blanket of fog
Upon the river with the floating log.
It crosses the bridge and flies,
Soaring through the clouds,
Flying with the birds flock and crowds.
Flying next to the sleeping trees,
Shaking them from the slumber.
Awake, awake, the sleeping lumber.
Morning is coming and the mist has the ruling hand,
Waking the nature from the nightly dreams
To be ready to welcome the sunny beams.