Flying Geese

A bit faint but they are flying in a V formation, love they way they honk as they go

and a bit of verse by Jean Ingelow

I opened the doors of my heart.
                                                             And behold,
There was music within and a song,
And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long.
I opened the doors of my heart.     And behold,
There was music that played itself out in Aeolian notes;
Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled,
  That murmurs and floats,
And presently dieth, forgotten of forest and wold,
And comes in all passion again and a tremblement soft