One day, the wind blew fast.
It whistled through the trees.
“Whoosh!” said the wind.
“Whoosh!” said the leaves.
The trees stood tall and green.
They loved the windy days.
They danced and swayed a lot.
They laughed with joy and glee.
“Where are you going, Wind?”
asked a small, leafy tree.
“I’m going far and wide,” said the Wind.
“I’ll tell you stories,” it said.
The trees were happy.
They loved the Wind’s stories.
“Tell us one now,” they asked.
The Wind began to speak.
“I met a big, blue bird.
It flew high, up in the sky.
It sang a sweet song.
It sang just for me.”
The trees clapped their leaves.
They liked the bird story.
“More, more!” they shouted.
The Wind smiled and continued.
“And then I saw a rainbow.
It had colors so bright.
Red, blue, and yellow.
It made the sky happy.”
The trees cheered loudly.
“We love your tales, Wind!”
The Wind danced away.
It twirled through the trees.
“Goodbye, friends!” said the Wind.
“I’ll be back soon.”
The end