The sharply cut blades stood stationary, the wind rustling through every once in a while. Divided by the barriers created by man.
Trampled down by the heavy boots warn by the teen boys, relentlessly kicking balls over the delicate blades.
the sun peaks through the clouds like the tips of fingers through football gloves.
The waves of the flag by the referee stands out in alarm against the calming colours of the grass and trees.
Shouts of command and passing sounds like a shot bullet in the deafening silence. The birds racing off in alarmed surprise.
