In a soft, old wood, a kind man named Tom walked slow. His boots went “tap-tap” on the moss.
A little wand of light floated by, like a tiny star. It went “ting-ting” and spun in a loop.
Tom smiled. “Hello, little light,” he said.
“Hello,” it said. “Come.”
Tom followed. The trees made a green hall. Fireflies blinked “wink-wink.” A small stream sang “plip-plip.”
Then Tom saw a stone path with no shine. It was gray and quiet.
Tom held out his hands. “Dear light, please help,” he said.
The wand flew close. “Hop,” it said, and dropped one bright dot on the path. “Hop,” another dot. Soon the path glowed, warm and gold.
Tom walked on. “Tap-tap, tap-tap.” The light danced ahead, “ting-ting.” At the end was a small gate of vines. It opened with “click,” and a garden of lilies shone like milk.
Tom sat. The light rested on his palm, soft as a lullaby.
Moral: When you ask with kind words, help can glow close.
