Mist, Fog all around
Mist, Fog all around
Swirls of white; with slight hints of the sky,
Warm air gets put in a blast freezer,
Little tiny icicles hanging; slowly falling,
Waiting for the sun to melt them,
Five feet away is all you can see;
When the fog and mist come to caress you in cold, full; warmth.
After a while of something that's called time,
The air gets warmer; The cold-hearted ice melts,
A little light shines through in the corner,
The bright yellow ball; that is the sun,
burns bright for the universe,
as our view widens; the world awakes,
We're back again, to the good old days.