of soft heart an tender spirit sky blue mind endear it. . . . leaves let go an gentle sweep to their ground, tall grass rustle's only sound. . . . eight o'clock lake's flat'nd glasss while a host circled ripples as fish eat n play. . . . crickets n frogs instrumentally wake the nigh with magical banter seranade. . . . a distant howl an hoot to the moon lit end of twilight, when same shadows come out from ending sun to moonlight.......as what's there in the day's there in the night~