Morning Walk Poem by Ima Ryma

I take a morning walk in fog.
Around the meadow I do go,
Walking along the fence of log,
Nearing familiar sights to show.
And now an old friend I do see
Across the fence in neighbor's land.
I think it's a river birch tree.
Always so graceful it does stand,
Its branches waving in the breeze.
I feel it deems me as a friend,
And approaching it guarantees
My morning walk's close to an end.

It is a lovely morning roam,
Some time away, then back to home.