Goes on by silver days of the years

Where birds do fly hummingbirds  across the sky into the air of clouds.

Grand union where heaven with its dwellings places they triggle the alarms of each gates with there wings of Ebony.

Humble gliding like an ant on the ground crawling and hurdling together around the garden.

Piano sounds of whistling this beautiful tone.

They Sounders into your ears amazing silver days and midnights of nocturnal owls to see.