MIST?

Mist?
+++++Too thick,
++++++++++and you
+++++++++++++++might lose
++++++++++++++++++++your way,
+++++Confused!

Too thin,
+++++and then,
++++++++++it burns off fast–
+++++++++++++++too soon!
+++++By glare of sun,
++++++++++perhaps,
+++++++++++++++your eye and skin abused,
++++++++++++++++++++ere noon!
But,
In Between–
+++++there’s the delight!
++++++++++the glowing veil
+++++++++++++++so softly covers,
and the mode
+++++suits not the rushers
++++++++++of this world. . .
+++++but nurtures
++++++++++thought
+++++++++++++++and feeling,
++++++++++root
+++++++++++++++and bloom,
++++++++++trunk
+++++++++++++++and fresh green leaving,
+++++with time
++++++++++and space
+++++granted by the gentle grace
+++++of light
++++++++++diffused.

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