"Morning Fog"

It is these mornings hours that the fog sits with peace.  I watch them as they gracefully intertwine creating a fantastical world belonging only to the early risers.  The fog swirls around these hills exiling the distant behind its walls and capturing this very moment for but a short amount of time.  Peace sits in the trees and quiets all but the soft chorus of the woods.  An orchestra of bugs and the choir of birds together play her a melody that gives Peace her name, and she kindly permits me to listen.  but the sun climbs higher and the morning fog fades, and peace gracefully slips away leaving me with a small companion for the day...