The Stealthy Return of the Foggy Morning

 And our innocent lane turns into a journey to fantasy land.

 While the early morning light effects make for a spooky forest.

And rays pierce the mist like the dawn of time

This isn't a sinister crop of some futuristic superfood but just the ubiquitous weed, goldenrod, getting ready to bloom.

While grasses wave far from any beach

And trees morph into monsters.

 But wait, what's happened to my wooden friend? He's twisted his head round to look at something.

Whatever it was, I was too late to see it.