The day seems to have taken its leave... br Putting itself on instant delay; br Dancing 'round the razors edge of raindrops-- br Lost in the misted praise... br Its beauty leans to within a degree of my deep sleep; br Whitewashed and splashed with sunbeams... br Spectrums of colours form at sky level.... br Rushing through the leaves of the trees the wind takes a stand... br Flourishing in Springs verdance the green excites. Openings in the sod grow with new sprouts...