The tranquility of Vanda Lawn is undeniable, with baby blue sky and cotton white clouds strolling elegantly mesmerizing the very thankful human of God's great creation. The lush greenery view of undisturbed virgin forest which forms the blanket of a nearby hill would easily take one's breath away. Nature is always at its best here, and one will always feel at home though in far land.
At sunset, a pigeon appeared on a vast golden gate facing the well-crafted mountain. It stood there for about an hour, oblivious to the others for it's purpose of landing its wing on a familiar gate. Another hour passed by, and the sunset is beginning to take form of a picturesque view. By nature's law, birds would have been chirping making their way to their nests as dusk arrives, marking the end of another episode of life. The pigeon, staring at the blank sky around it searching for the other pigeons as it accidentally separated from the group due to a small tornado. Alas, chirps of pigeon shall only remain as a mere beautiful imaginary sound.
A flock of dove was flying harmoniously in the dark purple sky, making their way to the pigeon, like sending a delightful message from Hedwig the owl. A crescent shape dominant illuminated the dark sky, enlightened by sparkles of stars glittering the breezy evening space. The pigeon spread its wing, as though understanding the different language spoken by the doves and ready to take off at any time when the doves fly over it. And so the pigeon joined the doves.
Though they are of different species, but due to the same origin they shared together as Columbiformes, they learn to accept each other's behavior and that was not a problem at all for the pigeon to fit among the doves.
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