This is the story of the little boat and the moon.
On the edge of a quiet lake,
Where the water was as smooth as glass,
There lived a little wooden boat named Luma.
She spent her days rocking gently by the shore,
Watching the birds swoop and dive,
Feeling the ripples of fish beneath her hull.
But at night,
When the world grew quiet,
She felt a longing deep in her wooden frame.
Luma dreamed of drifting far,
Far away,
Beyond the horizon where the sky touched the water.
She longed to sail to the moon,
Whose silver glow reflected on the lake,
Like a path waiting to be followed.
One evening,
As the first stars blinked awake,
The moon whispered down to her,
Why do you stare at me so longingly,
Little boat?
I want to visit you,
Luma said.
I want to see what lies beyond the lake.
The moon smiled.
Then let the night carry you,
And I will guide your way.
With that,
A soft breeze lifted Luma from her resting place,
Pushing her gently away from the shore.
She floated across the water,
Her reflection dancing beside the moons.
The lake was endless in the dark,
Stretching beyond where her little boat heart had ever dared to go.
As she sailed,
She saw wonders she had never imagined.
Silver fish that leaped like shooting stars,
Water lilies that opened in the moonlight,
And fireflies that flickered like tiny lanterns.
The wind hummed a lullaby,
And the waves whispered secrets only the night could understand.
Luma felt light as if she were floating in the sky itself.
The moon seemed closer now,
Larger and warmer,
Its glow wrapping around her like a soft embrace.
You have sailed far,
Little one,
The moon said.
Do you still wish to come all the way?
Luma thought for a moment.
She had seen such beauty along the way,
Felt the freedom of the wind,
The gentleness of the night.
No,
She whispered.
I think I belong here,
Where the water meets the sky.
Then you have found your place,
The moon said.
The breeze turned,
And Luma let it carry her back,
Slow and easy,
Until she reached the shore once more.
She nestled into the soft reeds,
Rocking gently as the lake whispered its good night.
And as she closed her eyes,
She knew that every night,
The moon would still be there,
Waiting to guide her dreams across the water.
The end.
