The Owl Who Sang Lullabies to the Stars – How Olly’s Gentle Voice Calmed the Forest and Carried the Sky to Sleep
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In a quiet forest where silver mist curled around tree trunks and fireflies danced in the dusk, there lived a young owl named Olly. He wasn’t like the other owls who hooted loudly through the night. Olly had a voice as soft as a feather and a heart full of song.
Each evening, as the sky turned deep blue and stars blinked awake, Olly flew to the tallest branch of the oldest oak. From there, he looked up at the velvet sky and sang lullabies, gentle, dreamy tunes meant just for the stars. His songs were not for show. They were soft and simple, floating like dandelion seeds on the breeze.
Lullabies for the Stars
Tonight, as the forest settled and the moon rose high, Olly began his song. “One for you,” he whispered, singing a tender note to the first star he saw. “And one for you,” he added, as another twinkled to life.
“One, two, three…” With each lullaby, the stars shimmered a little slower, as though they were listening closely, letting the notes carry them into rest.
The night wrapped itself around Olly’s song like a blanket, and even the wind hushed to hear the melody.
The Forest Falls Asleep
As Olly sang, the whole forest began to settle. A rabbit curled tighter in its burrow. Leaves stopped rustling. A fawn rested its head in the tall grass, blinking slowly to the rhythm of Olly’s lullaby.
The moon glowed brighter, and the fireflies danced slower, glowing in harmony with the song. Even the stream seemed to hush, its waters flowing more gently, as if swaying to the music. From the treetops to the tiniest mushrooms, the world listened in stillness.
A Gentle Night’s End
When Olly’s final note drifted into the sky, he let out a soft sigh. His wings tucked in, and his eyes grew heavy.
He looked up one last time and saw the stars twinkling quietly, like they were saying thank you. “If your thoughts feel too loud, just hum a little song,” Olly whispered sleepily. “Even stars need lullabies sometimes.”
With that, Olly closed his eyes. The moon wrapped him in silver light, and the stars watched over him as he drifted into dreams of clouds and quiet skies. Goodnight, little dreamer. Let your heart be still and your dreams take flight.
The End !
Nadeera Nilupamali
Nadeera Nilupamali
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