THE RED WHEEL BARROW.

Where the sun spilled gold? And it was the place where I was born.Sun rise from the tuft of two summits.Day begins with dew drops on blades of grass.My farm was a snowy shed.Life knew no pain till I was an infant chick.Happiness played a major span of my life with love and extreme affection.But we were very soon able to recognise that it was  momentary for us to stay happy.But a day came in the life us(the chickens) , the lightening was spilt into two,storms grew,thunder roared,rain grew in anger.Shouts were at heights.
                                                                              A red wheel barrow is what came to our notice.Wheels drained in red blood shed.We were very soon able to encounter that it was a time for us to give up our lives in return as a reward to our master.It was then we came to know the real intention behind our master's care and concern.We had to pause our happiness and killed mercilessly to add on to the finance of our own master.Sacrificing ourselves for the sake of  humans' wishes and greeds is what we had do at the end of the day,which is the only purpose of ME(THE CHICKEN)CARRIED BY A RED WHEEL BARROW.