The Love Song Sitting on a hill, I see the sun setting behind the huge mountains. The sky looks like a battlefield where blood has been poured in the ocean. Cattle are coming down through the slopes of rocks Like the little happy students run, hearing the sweet last bell. Everything is picturesque. The breeze is cool. The farms are green. The evening is pleasant. Suddenly, I see a pair of Cronchs. One is wounded, unable to fly. She groans in pain, cries pathetically the other. Before I do something, she dies. He starts crying, Striking hard his head on a rock again and again. Wonded…………..wounded……………dies.