Mystical Fog

Morning Fog

Mystical Fog
By David De Jong

Meanderin’ through mystical fog
An ol’ cowpoke and his trusty dog
Searchin’ for strays and doct’rin’ the sick
Coverin’ old wounds needin’ a scratch or pick

Surroundin’ fog with its somber charm
Somehow comfortin’, oddly warm
Like a blanket wrapped in tenderness
Settlin’ worries, erasin’ stress

Speakin’ softly in his calmin’ tone
The cowpoke assured, he’s not alone
He hears a whisperin’ in the trees
The brush of feathers, angelic breeze

Unable to speak yet still explain
Branches shed tears for the sorrowed pain
Solemn drops shatterin’ on the ground
Humble offerin’s, simply profound

Somehow peace, alleviates the soul
On this damp an’ dreary, mornin’ stroll
The Creator’s magic never fails
Inspirin’ hope along these trails

Step after step they all trod along
Listenin’ to angels sing their song
An ol’ cowpoke and his trusty dog
Meanderin’ through, mystical fog

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