The soldiers took their rightful positions.
The fight is ready to begin.
The smell of war is flying around.
The night is settling down.
The day comes the night goes
and the clock is moving like it usually does.
But the fight is not beginning
the soldiers are standing there,
doing nothing but staring and breathing
and looking in the air.
Their eyes are black and hollow
seeing nothing and all
just waiting for the orders to follow.
But the orders are not coming
and the nights and days are passing by.
The seasons are making circles
and the time has started to fly
The soldiers now are yawning
looking around for what they are supposed to fight.
But nothing is coming their way.
Now they think they are wasting their life away:
“Do we stand for nothing here?
Is there not a battle field?”
The place suddenly starts trembling
and golden rain comes from the sky.
Realizing there is no fight to fight
and no struggle to struggle
the soldiers do not die, nor disappear.
They are now ONE with the battle field.