CAMELOT FANTASIES

                        Misty Morn :     Through the rain dense fog of a misty morning, I hear the birds chirping and the Sun finally appears. I can feel the tug of the outdoors calling my name, ever so quietly. Do I answer or just ignore? The unspoken Sunshine of the mornings light is blinding and yet the rays so full of warmth. I look out from my favorite perch, high atop a bluff of the wonderful universe just below. My eyes are wide with amazement and my heart so full of wonder. Now, I know the true beauty of what lies in the foggy misty morn.