The march

I find myself under a large tree, which stretches out in all directions. This tree gave me more than enough shade, but it felt like a relaxing day. There was a soft breeze coming from the north. In the distance, the sun was greeting me with its morning glow. Birds began to sing their morning songs, which was rare and sweet. A wolf came from the forest behind me, it was growling at something in the sun’s rays. 

The white and grey fur was standing on end, making me feel very concerned. I jumped up into the tree, climbing almost to the top. Then I saw what the wolf was growling at, an army of giants was marching down the valley. They were marching at a pace like a song was playing. They marched past the tree, making a left turn towards a river. A band was behind them, playing while marching. 

Behind them were a few flagmen; they looked like they couldn't care less about marching. They noticed the tree, and they marched over here. Rested their flags against the tree truck they relaxed. Then I woke up, feeling disappointed.