The Monkey Who Swung Into Dream Branches – How Miko Found Dreams in the Sky and Shared Them with the Jungle
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A young monkey named Miko lived in a quiet jungle, where the leaves rustled like lullabies and the stars peeked through the treetops.
Miko was energetic during the day, swinging from branch to branch, playing with butterflies, and racing the river breeze. But when night came and the world grew still, Miko had a little secret.
He didn’t climb into a nest or lie on a branch like the other monkeys. Instead, every night, Miko swung into something truly magical, the Dream Branches. These branches didn’t grow on just any tree. They appeared only when the sky turned purple and the crickets began to sing.
The Tree of Dreams
As the moon rose, Miko would close his eyes, take a deep breath, and leap into the air, right toward a glowing vine that only he could see.
Up and up he’d go, into the tallest part of the jungle, where the Dream Tree grew.
Its branches sparkled like stardust and stretched into the clouds. Each one held a different dream, soft, colorful, and warm, like hammocks made from clouds and music.
One night, he swung into a branch filled with flying kites that carried him across candy coloured skies. Another night, he landed in a dream of floating bananas that sang lullabies as they twirled. Miko never knew which dream branch he’d reach, but he always felt safe, peaceful, and free.
A Gentle Journey to Sleep
Sometimes, jungle animals watched Miko from below. “Where does he go each night?” the owl wondered aloud.
“I think he’s dreaming while he swings,” whispered the tortoise. But Miko didn’t need to explain. He only smiled, curled up on his magical branch, and let the dreams carry him wherever his heart wished to go.
And as the jungle hushed, the wind carried whispers of Miko’s dreams through the leaves, sharing bits of magic with every sleeping creature.
Until the Morning Light
When the first sunlight touched the treetops, the Dream Branches gently lowered Miko back down to his favorite resting spot, a soft patch of moss near a quiet stream. He’d yawn, stretch, and blink up at the morning sky, his dreams still fresh like morning dew.
So, if you ever lie in bed and wonder where dreams come from, just imagine Miko swinging high into the stars, grabbing hold of a glowing dream branch just for you. Goodnight, little dreamer. May your dreams be soft, sweet, and swinging with magic.
The End !
Nadeera Nilupamali
Nadeera Nilupamali
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