Myths in the Mist

Amidst a canvas, broad and vast,
A world where present greets the past,
Each leaf a whisper, stories cast,
Myths in the mist, truths amassed.

The air, a crisp, entwining spell,
Where ancient voices rise and swell,
In every drop of dew, they dwell,
Within the mist, their stories tell.

Voices of those who walked before,
Through autumn's grace and winter's roar,
In every breeze, a lore of yore,
Time's tapestry, the earth's core.

See the horizon blend and shift,
Where myths and morning mists uplift,
The boundary 'tween the veils, they sift,
Guiding souls adrift, to myth.

The leaves, they dance in fiery hue,
A season's end, a start anew,
Each cycle brings a clue so true,
Life's essence in the morning dew.

So listen close, the whispers heed,
In rustling leaf and swaying reed,
The myths, they bloom from every seed,
In nature's tome, our hearts can read.