As the new day awakens, I appear,
by Amera Andersen
and float majestically as I am born.
My skirt does billow in a dance austere,
as I touch the lake in the early morn.
I raise my veil as a beautiful cloak,
and feel my power as I grow in strength.
I peacefully cover the wooded oak,
embracing beauty, encompassing length.
Yet as the new day, approaches her hour,
and light pushes darkness away from the sky,
a sadness arrives as I lose my pow’r,
and I slowly burn, and I surely die.
I’m morning mist and I’m meant to be free.
I’ll be back tomorrow for all to see.