as the day slides away and the dark pale blue glow of the night envelopes the wooded realm, you can hear the frogs moan their call, in chorus with the infinite symphony of the cricket chants, between the night birds cry a lone dogs bark echoes through the trees, but other than that, a softness silences the day, the hum of the night gently sings, serenading the village as the darkness grows, the hot summer night simmers evoking the stars and the great heavenly skies, and warm dreams of you, and the day that you’ll arrive.
Late Night Poets 