The dark coal night flies by at unknown speeds as creatures of the night realize their hour is due, a cold harsh life must begin to rapidly hide like timid beings from a forthcoming silent arrival.

The bright yellow sun beams upon the green flowy grass, it is as if the smoky sun had burned the fresh fragrance grass so that the grass looks as bright as ever for the blue but tasty day.

The red hot roosters crow as thunderously as the glaring monstrous avalanches in sweet foreign lands that produce loud but alone dead life upon which only stone brave shall venture.