The sun was shining with all its might ; making the earth almost burn. Red hues were raging in the yellow sky. The farmer wiped his sweat off his face and continued his work. Suddenly a vociferous noise broke the calmness. The much revered statesman had finally arrived. The statesman addressed the crowd with much pomp and show. The statesman vowed to take the villagers to the promised land.
The farmer continued his work. The colour of the sky did not matter to him. And neither did the statesman's pompous speech.