The Essence Of Me Poem by Ima Ryma

When water vapor does condense,
And turn to droplet or ice form,
I am visible in suspense,
And be deemed a natural form.
Visibility, when I'm aired,
More dense I am, more the degree
The seeing through me is impaired.
Sometimes a hazard I can be.
But I can also be lots of
Fun for folks for using me for
Making mischief or making love.
I come up in tales told galore.

Fog, think of me when I'm around
As a cloud that's touching the ground.