I honestly had no clue what I was doing with this poem, but I think it's okay. I hope you like it?

A veil of mist,
Shielding the sunlight
From hitting the ground.

Behind the foggy curtain
Is the unknown,
Holding secrets.

Sunlight piercing  through,
A spotlight of warmth
Within the blanket of clouds.

Crisp morning air,
Cutting through the misty veil
Nipping at the cheeks of those who enter.

Forever present,
Yet sometimes unseen,
The fog lingers.