As I was walking down the street, the street lights flickered and created an eerie setting. The moon and the stars, warmly nested in the adorable sky, whose beauty is hunted by the celestial objects. The moonlit doors of the houses were all locked, and was just reflecting back them. It felt as if I was in solitude and the only man alive was me. As I kept heading down towards the path, I was stunned by all the awkward stuff that was going on here. I felt as if somebody was spectating me. There was something going wrong there. The presence of somebody was perceptible.
A black eyed bird, comfortably adjusting herself to the branch. The moonbeams were slowly fading away from the tree. It felt as if the bird was isolated and was hunted by the lonely sun rays which had just raised over the mountains. The bird was unhappy with this natural phenomena. She felt as if the moon and the shining stars were her only friends and companion. The wonderful dreams for the bird and the moon was slowly heading towards them. An impressive conversation took place between them, and it was enough for the bird to be satisfied for the next few days. Before the mighty sun can enter the eyes of the bird, the serene moon described her about how life was miserable was for her. The bird wished to joined the moon and continue the conversation. “Hey, I am a lot brighter than my friends.” These were the lines the bird spoke. Yes, the bird was a shining star in the adorable sky.