The day fades quietly
now only a murky silhouette submerged in evening waters.
Movement becoming slow and graceful
sounds crisp as if originating not from without but from within.
Creatures of the day now in slumber
creatures of the night awaken to their morning.
Tiny bright streaks of green dart about
as fireflies paint their joy against a blackening canvas.
Peepers clamor their glee and by their familiar disturbance