The moon painted the quiet meadow with soft silver light.

A tiny white feather named Lumi rested on a flower.

“What if I drift too far?” she whispered.

The Gentle Wind floated beside her without making a sound.

“I’ll carry you softly.”

Lumi still held her breath as the grass began to sway.

“Even little feathers always find a gentle place to rest.”

Below, a baby bird slept safely beneath its mother’s wing.

Lumi floated onto a green leaf, closed her eyes, and stopped trembling.

“Goodnight, Gentle Wind.”

“Goodnight, Little Feather.”