While the ocean of clouds basking the endless grassland beneath them,
passing whispers from the icy mountains to the gushing waters in the deepest valleys, I was there with my eyes wide open for a glimpse of the brightest star.

Ocean of clouds is scary. It doesn't carry color, doesn't carry shape yet makes everyone admire. Weightless and vanishes when you attempt to swim in it, looks gigantic if you move a few steps away. When mountains hide behind clouds, to add a little mystery to their charm, their beauty elevates beyond their heights.

The grassland turn heaven with the presence of this ocean, despite the clouds make no attempt to add beauty to the land.

A million stars in the night and yet it's dark, a single star in day and yet so bright. Strange.