Deep in the heart of an enchanted forest,
where snow rested softly on the branches
and golden lights shimmered like quiet stars,
the forest friends gathered.
Not because they had to.
But because winter invites closeness.
And light is meant to be shared.
High above, the little birds sat side by side,
their feathers fluffed against the cold.
š¬ āPeace for everyone,ā
chirped the robin.
š¬ āFor everyone,ā
the titmouse replied,
āwithout exception.ā
Between the glowing trees stood the deer,
their antlers catching the warm light.
š¬ āMay hearts be calm,ā
whispered one.
š¬ āAnd safe,ā
answered the other.
On the forest path, the fox and the young wolf
met each otherās gaze without fear.
š¬ āHappy winter, my friend,ā
said the fox softly.
š¬ āTogether is warmer,ā
the little wolf replied,
because in this forest,
no one was alone.
Near the roots of an old oak tree,
the rabbits and squirrels gathered close.
š¬ āLots of hugs,ā
laughed the rabbit.
š¬ āAnd warmth,ā
said the squirrel,
holding a glowing light.
š¬ āAnd light,ā
they all agreed.
The forest shimmered brighter,
as if it were listening,
as if it were smiling.
Because in this enchanted forest,
differences were never a threat,
but a gift.
And so the forest friends shared the night
with gentle words,
with quiet presence,
and with light.
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