Trees in fog

The hidden forest,

in folds of fog.

The hidden trees

behind the curtain of clouds.

Trees appear arrogant,

with never bowing

needle-like leaves

pines sharp as arrows.

The harsh snow;

bend the sturdy pines

The icy wind 

gives them a cold aura

Their strength is superior; 

for where they stand, mot on humus, but snow. 

The coniferous trees nevertheless, 

gives chills with poisonous pines.

However, I fail to notice; 

where they survive not in sunshine, 

but in frost.

They have to stand sharp 

as knives tough as rocks and cold as ice

For, its an enchanting forest in the folds of haze. 

Yes, it's mesmerizing woodlands, 

where pines stand in hail. 

Yes, it's the bewitching wilderness where trees are in fog.....