The Final Poncetta

The moment is standing still and the morning is breathing a sigh of relief The mist has absorbed the conscience of man and the dew has covered the leaves and sun burnt grassland, and the moisturizing effect of the poncetta flower stains covering the other side of the main is holding down its head in shame. The birds kept flying around with headless crown, with broken legs and broken wings; they scramble around searching for a home but every door they land on greeted them with a terrible frown. I stood on top of the hill looking at them walking ferociously towards the bridge, water gushing on both side, they left the Town with a shameful pride and a voice bellowing from the crowd Shouting, “you have won and there is no doubt about that. “the voice fainted out and the headless birds disappeared .I stood on top of the hill absorbing the wishful energy and the children across me frolicking on the lawn looking extremely happy .