The Premature Death of a Crow

One afternoon, I was sitting alone in the balcony. The colorful flowers were bloomed in our garden, The bees were accumulating honey from flowers to flowers. The magpie was sitting on a tree branch and singing a song from its heart, The butterflies were making sound from the piano. A small bird was searching for food in the bush, It was raising its faint eyes again and again. The ants were walking on the green grass, They were pulling a dead grasshopper. Suddenly a crow was dropped at our yard, The family of the dead crow started crying. The dead crow was stirred one by one, The other birds were showing their sympathy. After losing our loved ones as we do cry, On that day, I would realise their breasts were breaking into pieces.