As the leaves rustled and the trees blew through the misty forest, night noises started to sing a song. The trees, owls, crickets and bushes made dark mysterious shadows. Something big ,bright and beautiful sat behind the clouds. The forest was old and antiquated. Trees were staring at me like silent sentries. It felt as if something was watching and starring. It was pitch black. If you looked through the trees you could have seen night birds sitting on branches watching. My heart was beating as fast as a cheater. The mist had faded away like clouds.