The mist spreads over the valley
Swathing all in white
My friend and I sit under a tree
Admiring the evening light

The mist comes closer and closer
And we both start to fear
That the mist will act as a disposer
And that we will all just disappear

And just as it is about to hit
It all just dissipates
It is like we are in a protective mitt
And it could only intimidate