One day, Katherine led her children in the first grade to the field. It was a calm morning in the beginning of the autumn, and there was a flock of migrating birds hover round, then the birds shouted in a low voice which spread a weather of sadness which bend the expatiation, and then Katherine said to the children; "Today we will compose a composition about the autumns sky, about the migrating birds; so, every one of you see how the sky looks like now?! Look carefully children and choose the perfect beautiful words from our mother language?ot;

Then the children stopped and they kept staring at the sky and they went thinking, and after one moment they said the first words for their little composition?
THE SKY IS DEEP BLUE?
THE SKY IS LIGHT BLUE?
THE SKY IS LIKE AN AZURE-BLUE

And nothing more, they kept repeating time after time the same words about the calm, blue, azure sky.

And not so far stood little blue eyed Valia in a silent mode, "And you Valia; why are you silent?!"
"The sky is sensitive" said Valia in a low voice with a sadly smile?
Then the children stopped and, in this moment they saw what they never saw till now and they said?
THE SKY IS SAD?
THE SKY IS WORRY?
THE SKY IS SORROW?
And the sky was playing, throbbing and breathing like a human life. And then the children went stareing at her sad autumnal blue eyes?
ABDELRAHMAN
AHMED