Foggy (#28)

Creamy white skies that cover far and wide,
Trees of the land cling to the mountain’s foggy hide,

Milk of clouds turn crystal clear before they drop,
Crystal clear pellets dance and splash at the Earth’s soiled top,

The foggy morning is filled with a calm,
Winds never gust as if held in nature’s palm.

Any Thoughts?

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