The Girl Who Touched the Ground

Mist

Your voice is just a whisp.
You lightly touch the ground.
You leave the fall leaves so crisp.
You hide such beauty, which few have found.

You're just a whisp.
You are whisper.
Human skin you lightly kiss.
When the sun starts to rise, oh how you glister. 

Oh beautiful mist.
A delicate seasonal kiss.
So beautiful, so gray.
We watch you go across the bay.