The Lonely Bird
I am a bird living in a marvelous and exquisite cage and it is placed near the window, and from where I am, I could see the sky. I watch it changes its color everyday. Sometimes the sky is blue and clear like a canvas which you can paint anything you wanted, but sometimes, the sky is grey and it cries like a child. I always get frightened when I hear the thunder scolds the sky or when the lightning hit it, because I know that it is in so much pain. If only I could hug and save the sky from the cruelty of the thunder and the lightning maybe it'll stop crying. There are also times that the sky is purple and looking so lovely with its twinkling stars hanging from above, and shining so brightly. I envy the sky because it is so wonderful that it could change colors like that. I wish that my feathers can change color too, the way my mood shifts, but I am not as special as the sky. I am just a bird. One time I saw my kind sitting outside the window, and he seems tired, but he is...