MIST

As I found my way,
To the hills in green which stay
A group of whites marched towards me,
Don't know, who is she?
Never before I have seen that face,
In fear, I searched for God's grace.
Seeing them swallow things around me,
I started wondering how to flee.
Nothing was visible,
Things near and far, both invisible.
I was filled with tears, when
Non of mine with me there
A touch by their cold hands I felt
Moist and flowers I smelt
With no seconds they disappeared,
They whom formlessly appeared.
I felt their company after every few steps.
I was with my friend from nature for all sunset
In nature, Nothing is perfect,
And still are perfect.
Trees are be in a weird way,
And still they are beautiful.