One sunny day, a gentle breeze began to blow.
“Whoosh, whoosh,” the breeze said.
It whispered through the tall grass.
“Hello, flowers!” the breeze called.
The flowers giggled and swayed.
The meadow was full of colorful flowers.
Red, yellow, blue, all bright and new.
There were big trees and a small pond.
Birds chirped. Bees buzzed.
Everything was alive and happy.
The breeze danced over the pond.
“Splish, splash,” it whispered to the water.
The fish leapt and laughed.
Down the hill, the breeze twirled.
“Zoom, zoom,” it rushed past.
The leaves rustled and clapped.
The breeze met a little butterfly.
“Hello, little one,” the breeze said.
“Let’s play,” the butterfly fluttered.
They danced in the sky together.
The breeze lifted the butterfly high.
The butterfly felt so light and free.
The breeze slowed down in the evening.
“Time to rest,” it whispered softly.
The flowers closed, the birds slept.
The meadow was calm and still.
But the breeze left a promise.
“See you tomorrow,” it said.
The end