Sunday, 12 July 2015

THE RED WHEELED BARROW

                             THE RED WHEELED BARROW

     The sun seemed to be very bright. The sky was blue and beautiful. The soft breeze touched the arms of the trees. Everything seemed to be normal and perfect. There was a chicken farm near to a beautiful lake. The water in the lake seemed to be still. The fence around the farm stopped chickens going out. There was a red wheeled barrow to shift chickens to one farm to the other. Towards the end of the day, it started to rain. The clouds were dark, and the sun was hiding behind the dark clouds. The ground was wet with the shower of rain. Trees danced with joy and the chickens were so exited with the first shower of rain and they started singing the song of bliss. The white chickens seemed to be brown playing in the mud. Even though they were restricted to an area but they found happiness within those boundaries. They knew the for what they were given so much of care and feed. but they are not afraid of anything which is going to happen in their future. But until they are alive they live their life with full happiness and enthusiasm. 

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