Morning Mist

Orange tinted webbed feet beneath the surface, Early morning

Sunrise hasn't approached yet, soon

Fuzzy green stained rocks crowd the shore

Slimy when touched

A swift breeze approaches

It's confronting me, I step into it

How do you do?

Condensation forms in the creases of my nose, Welcome

Morning mist settles

Everything feels personal

It's mine

Nature belongs to me