It seems as if.. The sun shines on this place.. Only.. the stars flickering .. Here is a tree.. On a distant hill.. top.. Towards the earthrise .. Through my back door.. A little bit slower.. Rhythmic song of .. Some creative seconds.. And many more.. the birds do.. Sing a beautiful song.. This time is so much accurate.. apt as if doors and distinct start.. (dome and archs) long and light as feathers afar.. longer than a longest path.... Rises towards the similar shore.. Standstill waves.. and beautiful core.. A cavity.. wall.. and staircase of.. This beautiful hillside.. And some ephemeral art.. My name is Bird.. of midnight March.