It is a lovely misty morning,
as the day is dawning and you disappear into the air,
and the mist,
the mist it hangs like a ghost around you,
yes, like a ghost so ethereal and magical,
and of such grey,
but the beauty of the mist, it transcends the world,
and it envelopes it like a blanket,
with you on your way to who knows where.
