Mist: A Poem
The morning sky greets me,
As I wander around in the hazy maze,
The light streams through the lowered clouds,
Awakening me with joy,
As I meander through the crowded grove,
Something new is whispering to me,
Like a hand on my shoulder,
Guiding me to my future,
As we explore the beauty of nature together.
More Nature Poetry
More by this Author
This collection of poetry and quotes about the future are meant to inspire, encourage, and motivate.
This includes a poem about someone that is a night owl. Also, it contains owl facts and pictures.
Choose your favorite stylish scarf to help create your own personal style.