Foggy Morning

On a beautiful Friday morning

when the sun seems a little shy

you hear the birds singing in the trees

the great eagle soaring in the sky

The scenery around me is hidden

by such a heavy fog

yet the view is so pretty

its the perfect morning for a jog

As I sit here alone under a tree

I can hear clearly what the birds are singing

I am unable to understand what they are saying

But I cannot put in words what joy to me they are bringing