On my journey home I saw a wanting red sign halting my path,
Gusts of glorious winds pushed the fabulous reaching crown of a tree as a collection of beautiful birds seared the skies
A swarm of cars approached like a black smoke shadowing my sight, while a flock of disorganised people dissassembled,
The sign withstood the people, but the wind was too much
The red ink from the sign slowly dripped off...
The car engines stuttered and faltered, slowly waiting for life... The people disappeared...
The wind still pushed smugly, and the trees stood tall and proud
The birds dropped as much as they could on the sign...
The sign read "Stop".