Oh, towering trees, so proud and high,
In this misty land they touch the sky,
No light can penetrate this cloak of
fog,
But within its shroud lies a hidden
clog.

For here dwell creatures both fierce and wild,
Whose feral nature is simply beguiled,
By the scent of those who dare to
tread,
In the domain where the shadows are 
fed.

Their eyes glow bright like diamonds
in the night,
Their claws sharp as daggers, their
fangs a fright,
They move with grace that's both
fluid and sly,
Like phantoms that vanish in the blink
of an eye

Their forms are shrouded, obscured
by the haze,
Like the shadows that dance in a mystical
maze,
And the scent of those who dare to 
enter,
is like a siren's call that they cannot
venture.

Yet, in this eerie world of mis and
shade,
Natures beauty is not so easily
betrayed,
For even the creatures of the night,
Are part of the balance that make it
right

So let us marvel at this wondrous
place,
Embrace the mystery with a fearless
face,
For in the foggy realm where danger
roams,
Nature reigns supreme in all 
splendor and home.