ALSphere Foundation
A veil obscure between stark reality and fragile illusionary nest
Envelopes in its chest tales of mystery and human quest
Sometimes it embodies in its enormous bosom
Many a storm, tempests and hurricane- man’s emotional prism
Sometimes it meanders through fear and fright
Waiting eagerly for sunshine to bath in its gossamer delight
Sometimes suspended on trees in angelic robes – a sweet swan
Hues of purity and possibilities heralding a new dawn
Mist is play of Light and shadow splashed on canvas of life
Oscillating between them we all dwell and strife
The Morning Mist teaches not to be afraid of storms or hail
In times of uncertainty sail the ship facing bravely without fail
Connect with the inner self, explore the hidden light there stored
