Many More a Misty Morning

Many more a misty morning does the heart and soul need
For the clouds to creep silently through the grasses and trees

For the mists to gently kiss on the still-waking leaves
And make ominous and looming the half-hidden trees

To reveal the hidden beauty of the spider's creation
And look on in wonder with divine inspiration

Weighed heavy are her silks with the spittle of the air
For they drape and they sway like a fair maidens hair

Many more a misty morning do I yearn to bless my heart
For nature is the paintbrush, the canvas, and the art.

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