The long dim shadows ,
of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
with enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Lulled the heart to the core
inspiring the inner valves o' heart
sweet soften surrender lingers around
as we move along softly among such cheering crowds
A mind goes slow-soften by, healing and soothing
In the silent chilled easy ride of the while
As the wind goes hovering...