Chapter 11 The Dream

I was in the middle of a field. All around me was grain ready to harvest it was about waist high and I could touch it and feel each and every little golden wheat stem just swaying so freely with the air. A spring afternoon, almost time for sunset. I could see the sun trying its best to hide behind the trees in the distance but still had enough light to illuminate the whole vast field in front of my eyes.

I could hear the birds chirping away returning to their nests, where their little children were waiting for them. They probably had little chats amongst them in those sweet melodious voices of theirs with their younglings. And I wondered what would they talk about maybe they’d tell them how difficult it was to get that worm from the field because a snake was just hiding in the bushes to get them, or maybe they won’t have any talks and would tell them to go to bed immediately and no talking back.

“Ha Ha Ha,” A laugh issued from my mouth.

“How silly I am, birds can’t talk,”

The sun was