Pobble Story

He stood there next to his mother, hand outstretched towards the sky . The sky was as dark as the devils eyes , the body of sky, empty like a endless ocean . The sky’s movement changed as if it were alive . The outline of what seemed to be fish filled the sky leaving a captivating view for anyone that saw . The place they stood was never ending , Thousands of fields upon fields , Leaving them in the middle . Around the Mother and Son stood walls of trees . These trees moving in the wind like an angry bull trying to escape a cage . Under them the ground moved with the rhythm of the wind . On top of the lonely umbrella fell buckets of rain , puncturing the umbrella with every droplet that hit .