Once upon a time, there was a tiny little breeze named Whisper.
Every evening, Whisper flew into the meadow. The meadow was full of flowers—yellow, blue, and white.
"Tee-lee-lee," sang Whisper.
He blew very softly. The flowers swayed. Right and left, left and right.
"Bye-bye," whispered the breeze.
One evening, Whisper saw a small daisy. She stood all alone by a big stone.
"What's keeping you awake, little one?" asked the breeze.
"I'm afraid of the dark," the daisy said quietly.
Whisper flew closer. He blew gently over her white petals.
"Tee-lee-lee," sang the breeze his little song.
The daisy swayed. Just a tiny bit.
"I'm here, right next to you," Whisper whispered. "I blow on all the flowers. Look."
He flew to a blue cornflower. The cornflower nodded.
"Bye-bye," he sang.
Then the breeze flew to the yellow dandelions. The dandelions rocked.
"Tee-lee-lee, bye-bye."
He came back to the daisy.
"See? I help everyone fall asleep. And I can help you too."
Whisper blew the softest puff. The daisy swayed to the right. Then to the left. Then right again.
"That feels nice," she whispered.
"Close your little eyes," the breeze said softly.
The daisy closed her petals.
Whisper sang his little song. He danced around the stone. He blew on her stem. He stroked her leaves.
"Tee-lee-lee, bye-bye. Tee-lee-lee, bye-bye."
The daisy swayed. Slower and slower.
Up in the sky, the stars came out. They twinkled and smiled down.
"Goodnight, Daisy," Whisper whispered.
The daisy was already asleep. Her petals were closed. Her stem swayed gently.
Whisper flew on. He blew on the other flowers. He sang them his song. Soon they all were sleeping.
And the daisy by the big stone slept peacefully all night long. She dreamed a warm dream. And in that dream, sweet little Whisper the Breeze sang his song.
"Tee-lee-lee, bye-bye…"