Misty Morning

In the haze of dawn, The world awakens slowly, Wrapped in a silken shawl, Of misty dreams and whispers, Painting the fields in gray.

Silhouettes of trees, Stand like guardians, Against a backdrop of clouds, Where nature’s breath hovers, In the stillness of the hour.

Each dewdrop glimmers, Like a promise renewed, As life stirs and stretches, In the embrace of the sun, Welcoming a day yet to unfold.

• Konstantīns Raudive