The Bronze Horse

As the students continued with their solemn morning walk along the terraces, the coral sun was like an egg yolk, its rays stretching across the illuminated skies. The bronze horse stood on the dew-coated evergreen grass, its countenance impassive. One could imagine its brilliant onyx mane flowing in the wind, exuberating a surprising calmness and commanding pride. In its backdrop, the elegant Clock Tower, its beige façade reflecting almost a century old of culture. The octogenarian was located at the heart of the campus, its clock ticking as always, like the golden sun. It has been the beacon of the school for ages and continues to represent the identity of students. As the strong voices of the cohort began to sing the National Anthem, the roof of the trees were caressed by the slow breeze moving across the school, its arms started swaying under the influence of the breeze. As the students made their way back to their classrooms, the bronze horse was alone again…