A mist cloaked the green in a shroud of grey

I could no more discern the sky

No longer was I able to laugh or play

All my heart could do was contract, and cry

Then the mist lifted and my shrunk soul awoke

The whole of my heart took wing

I found myself in a new world, bespoke

Wholly alive, alight, at once I began to sing

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: cloaked