Happy Birthday Forest

Every time I send you a fairy-tale letter, I ask myself: “What fairy-tale do you want to send today?” They are all happy to fly to you, and each one quietly whispers: “Please send me!” And, as usual, the decision comes simply, as my heart tells me. Like today . . . Welcome to Fairy Tale World!

Olga and the Fairy Tale Team

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOREST

Forest lived in the World. . . . How old he was, Forest could not remember. None of his inhabitants even knew: it all happened such a long time ago. Forest never thought about it; he just lived. . . .

Forest loved the Sun. He felt Sun’s light and warmth, while happily stretching his arms–branches. Forest thanked the Sun for being on Earth. The Sun loved Forest and greeted him every day, touching him with his sunrays.

Forest lived in a circle of time. With the singing voices of birds, he awoke in Spring, breathing the aroma of flowers and honey in Summer. In Autumn, he sincerely gifted everyone his treasures, then, a little weary, he rested in Winter. Winter covered him with a soft white blanket, and Forest fell asleep, waking up at the right time, and continuing the familiar circle: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.

Little Fluffy Cloud lived in the World. She had been born very recently and was childishly mischievous, even a little naughty. Little Fluffy Cloud was interested in everything that was happening all around. She also liked to run across the Sky in a race with Light Wind. Her grandma, Old Heavy Cloud, looking at them, was not angry but occasionally muttered: “Ooh! There’s no stopping you!”

Little Fluffy Cloud ran across the Sky too much and got tired. She nestled up to Big Pine Tree growing on a hill and decided to rest. Forest noticed Little Fluffy Cloud in the morning. She, like a baby, slept sweetly on Big Pine’s crown. Forest smiled, seeing how tenderly Big Pine had covered the fluffy traveler from the night’s cool air. He sprinkled drops of dew on both and they woke up.

“Why are you bothering us?” Little Fluffy Cloud asked.

“The day has begun—enough sleeping!” laughed Forest.

“It’s been three days since I was born!” exclaimed Little Fluffy Cloud. She hid under the branch, then peered out, and settled upstairs. “And when were you born? When is your Birthday?” she asked.

Forest was confused, “I don’t know. I don’t have one . . .”

“How can it be?” asked Little Fluffy Cloud to Big Pine.

Big Pine lowered her branches shyly and sighed, “Nobody knows. It was a long time ago. . . .”

“You need to know your Birthday!” Little Fluffy Cloud said decisively and look around. . . . The new day began, and the Sun rose to work again: cherishing, combing, hugging, and warming.

Little Fluffy Cloud called out to Light Wind. They whispered about something, and he quickly disappeared—as if he had never been there. Little Fluffy Cloud rose into the Sky above, and announced, “Do you know that today is our Forest’s Birthday?”

Such an announcement was so unexpected that silence fell throughout the Forest. Probably for the first time, his inhabitants thought about when someone, who was always a reliable friend, appeared in the World.

“Do I have a Birthday?” Forest whispered in surprise.

“You do!” Little Fluffy Cloud laughed.

Light Wind appeared in the blue Sky, pushing Old Heavy Cloud in front of him. She was grumbling unhappily but Little Fluffy Cloud whispered something to her . . . and Forest felt a warm gentle rain shower down from above!

Small sparkling drops of water fell from the Sky and jumped on the green steps of foliage, descending lower and lower to Earth. The Sun laughed, and his smile shone in these drops, cheerfully shimmering in different colors. . . .

“Look, look! Our Forest has been given a rainbow for his Birthday!” exclaimed the inhabitants.

“It’s a miracle! I’ve seen it before, but to receive it as a gift on their own holiday! What a precious gift!” Big Pine said admiringly.

Light Wind supported her, “What is done sincerely, from the heart, is most valuable.”

“Thank you for the congratulations, but I’m sorry, I don’t remember . . . do I really have such a day?” Forest smiled modestly.

“It will be now!” replied Old Heavy Cloud, puffing slightly at her weight.

“Everyone should have their own Birthday!” concluded Little Fluffy Cloud.

And suddenly, it became clear to everyone: Little Fluffy Cloud was right! The young, childishly naughty Little Fluffy Cloud had said something that was, and will always be, very important.

If there is Life in the World, it must have been born someday. Everyone has their Birthday in the World. . . . Birthdays and Life are equally joyful, one cannot exist without the other. It doesn’t matter when or where you were born what is most important is, that it happened!

From the book “Happy Home Fairy Tales for children and adults” https://olgaverasen.com/library/

P.S. Each of us has our own amazing World, where there are no boundaries, and where Beauty is. To preserve this World, we don’t need much – maintain contact with your heart. The heart knows.

Happy to send you these fairy tale letters! From heart to heart. . . .