Fog blankets the desolate earth
With motionless, invisible arms
Concealing any imperfections
Of Nature’s poised beauty and charm

A vapor mist of moisture
Dampens foliage with care
Gentle as the sweetest kiss
On tender lips, so fair

A necessity of plantations growth
Sipping wetness of various form
Absorbing like a starving sponge
During the calm before the storm

A miracle of unspoken prayer
From crying clouds, does fall
Saturating dirt and root
Soaked, satisfied, Nature’s call