story writing about I wake up in the morning , I was a bird
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I wake up in the morning, I was a bird…chirping happily around the trees with my beautiful coo coo song. The climate was very pleasant with a lovely cool breeze. I was so delighted to see trees full of fruits.
I ate the fruits and sang happily and the children playing under the trees repeated the song with me. Then suddenly the clouds gathered and became dark. It started thundering and I was so frightened.
The children ran away to their houses. It started to rain slowly and then became so heavy…all I could do was shiver and perch beneath a branch of the tree..Oh! Where can I go at such times.. no house to go like the kids!!
Suddenly my mother called me and I realized that it was a dream. But still, I could imagine how difficult it is for birds to survive in extreme climatic conditions and how blessed are we to have proper shelter to live.