Once upon a time, there was a forest where the wind sang lullabies, the birds laughed, and the trees hugged each other. Every morning, the sun sprinkled its golden light on the leaves, and at night the moonlight danced in the puddles. The greatest joy of the forest was the rain. When the rain came, the trees drank water from their roots, the earth took a deep breath, and the rivers meandered with joy.
But over time, something changed. The sky was still blue, the clouds still floated, but the rains became less frequent. It was as if the sky had forgotten this forest. At first, the trees did not care. Perhaps the clouds had moved away for a while. But weeks passed, months passed, and still those sweet, refreshing raindrops did not come.
As the trees became thirsty, their leaves withered, and their roots could not find water in the soil. The previously soft soil cracked, losing its old refreshing scent. When the wind passed, the leaves no longer whispered joyfully. Only the rustle of dry branches could be heard.
Then one day, a very small spark fell. Once, the damp arms of the forest would embrace this spark, the rain would cool the ground, everything would remain as it was. But this time, the spark suddenly ignited the dry leaves. At first it was a tiny glow, but the forest had been thirsty for so long that the spark grew rapidly.
In an instant, the flames began to dance. At first, only a few branches burned, then it turned into an orange dragon that wrapped all the trees. The trees wept silently, the animals fled in fear, the sky was covered with a gray curtain.
And the forest called back the thing it loved most—the rain.
But the rain did not hear it. Because in every corner of the world, other forests were screaming the same cry. Other lands were also thirsty. Rivers were drying up, lakes were receding, even the wind was not as cool as before.
But every war has hope.
Because rains do not only come from the sky. Rains also come from people’s hearts. If we plant trees, protect the soil, clean the wind instead of poisoning it, maybe the forests can breathe again.
And one day, the lost rains will find their way again.
Then the trees will dance again, the leaves will whisper again, the wind will sing again.
And we, who hear the silent cries of nature, can make the Earth sing again.
This story was co-written with AI, aiming to raise awareness about global warming.
