"WITHIN THE FOG"


 Trees standing, trees empty and alone,


 Mountains' cold, high above, below.


 All around, within the fog life stands' still,


 A layer of white, floating, hovering so low.


 Within the fog, a world hidden from the light,


 Vanishes, disappears' as the suns' warmth overpowers.


 Beauty and life lie beneath, within the fog.


          Keith Garrett