Mist to Sun (a sonnet??)

Grey wips of mist cover the ground
The trees look sad, I hear no sound
Dew drops hang from all the branches
The grass is damp, mud fills the trenches

Soil clings to my boots and slows my speed
Bushes reach for my clothes, I do not heed
All noise is muffled by cotton wool clouds
The whole world around me is wrapped in a shroud

Then all starts to change, hardly noticable first
The sounds sound freer, to the surface they burst
The grass starts to glow green and bright around
The trees stand erect now, with gold they are crowned
The world shakes free from the quiet white blanket
As a ray of sunshine touches and transforms