The fog comes sweeping through the terra,
Drowning out unwanted noise.
And like a blanket, the earth it covers;
Hiding her a little while.
Underneath the fog she sleeps;
Enveloped in sweet repose.
There's none can find her, none awake her;
From this long awaited pause.
When the sun slips through the fog
And streams upon her lovely face.
The earth with her blushing cheeks, awake
As the world she captivates.
The fog, it vanishes out of sight.
But beauty, it leaves behind.
She's far more glorious, to the eye
Then that which she was before.
written by Evelyn Creon
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