----------------------- The Tune+ ------------------------- The wind howls, the birds fly. Yet the simple sunrise still flutters by. As she raises her bow, the birds lay yet still. They whisper so slightly, awaiting her tune. She begins with an A, and goes to a G, this no tune that has ever been heard! The wind sleeps, all sounds leave the hills, except for those of the strings, they keep playing and playing, to keep the whole world at bay.
Thanks @KiteGirl10 I tried to express the sunrise
