Analysis of Peace at Last

The mist hangs low it mutes the hills,
Flowing through valleys down it spills,
Wind rattles leaves on trees tall,
Moisture clings but does not fall.
Gliding silently a hawk swoops by,
No clouded background it's grass not sky,
The rooster is quiet he's done his bit,
Three broody hens it's now they sit.
On the farm a new day is born,
Clearly picturesque once curtains are drawn,
Pines and willows they jostle for space,
Completing this scene what a peaceful place.

About this poem;-
From the city down at a friends farm, to wake up in the
morning and be greeted thus was the creativity for this
poem.