The Breeze That Sang Goodnight
Nash struggles to sleep until a magical breeze visits, singing a personalized lullaby that helps Nash drift peacefully to dream-filled slumber.
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The Breeze That Sang Goodnight
Nash lived in a cozy cottage at the edge of Willowbrook Woods, where the trees grew so tall they tickled the clouds, and the flowers hummed little tunes when the sun went down.
But there was one small problem with Nash.
Every single night, when the stars began to twinkle and the moon climbed into the sky, Nash could NOT fall asleep. Not even a little bit. Not even a wink.
“I’m just not sleepy,” Nash would say, bouncing on the bed. “Not even one tiny bit!”
Nash’s mama tried warm milk with honey. Nash’s papa tried reading seventeen stories (which was quite a lot). Nash’s grandma tried counting backwards from one hundred in three different languages.
But nothing worked.
Until one breezy summer evening, when something magical happened.
Nash was sitting by the open window, chin resting on hands, watching fireflies dance their glowing dance, when a peculiar breeze floated into the room.
This wasn’t just any ordinary breeze. Oh no.
This breeze wore an invisible scarf that shimmered with moonlight. It smelled like lavender and freshly baked cookies and the pages of favorite books. And strangest of all—it was humming.
“Whooooo are youuuuu?” Nash whispered.
The breeze swirled around in a friendly circle and replied in a voice like wind chimes and rustling leaves, “I’m the Breeze That Sings Goodnight, of course! I travel the whole wide world, helping children drift off to sleep with my special songs.”
Nash sat up straighter. “Songs? What kind of songs?”
“Well,” said the Breeze, twirling Nash’s hair playfully, “that depends. Every child needs a different song. Some need lullabies about sailing ships. Some need melodies about sleepy sloths. But for you, dear Nash… let me see…”
The Breeze floated closer, examining Nash with what might have been invisible eyes.
“Ah yes! I know exactly what you need. Would you like to hear your song?”
Nash nodded eagerly.
“Then close your eyes,” whispered the Breeze, “and listen…”
And this is the song the Breeze sang:
“Hush now, hush now, the day’s tucked away, The sun’s gone to sleep in its blanket of gray, The birds fold their wings, the bees close their eyes, The crickets sing softly their sweet lullabies.”
Nash’s eyes grew a little heavier.
“The flowers bow down as the shadows grow long, The brook gently whispers its burbling song, The rabbits curl up in their burrows so deep, The whole world is drifting and floating to sleep.”
The Breeze danced around the room, touching each toy gently as it sang. Nash’s stuffed elephant seemed to yawn. The toy boat rocked peacefully.
“The moon is a night-light that glows soft and bright, The stars are like candles that flicker with light, They’re watching and waiting to guard you till dawn, So close your sweet eyes and your worries are gone.”
Nash snuggled deeper under the covers.
“Dream of adventures on clouds made of silk, Of rivers of honey and mountains of milk, Of dragons who giggle and bears who can fly, Of castles that float in a butterscotch sky.”
“That’s… wonderful…” Nash murmured sleepily.
The Breeze smiled its invisible smile and continued, softer now:
“But here in your bed, you are cozy and warm, Protected and safe from all worry and harm, Your family loves you, the night keeps you near, There’s nothing but sweetness and magic right here.”
Nash’s breathing became slow and steady.
“So rest now, dear Nash, let your eyelids grow still, Let sleep come and find you, as sleep always will, Tomorrow brings sunshine and laughter and play, But nighttime is special in its own gentle way.”
The Breeze floated to the window, ready to continue its journey to help other children across the world.
“So hush now, hush now, I’ll sing you this song, A melody soft that will carry you along, To dreams that are perfect and peaceful and deep… Goodnight now, dear Nash… Float… softly… To… sleep…”
And just like that, Nash was asleep.
The Breeze That Sang Goodnight drifted out the window, rustling through the leaves of the Willowbrook Woods, carrying its songs to the next child who needed help finding slumber.
But here’s the most magical part of all:
From that night on, whenever Nash couldn’t sleep, all Nash had to do was open the window and wait. And sure enough, the Breeze would come swirling in, smelling of lavender and cookies and books, ready to sing its special song.
Sometimes the song was about sailing ships after all. Sometimes it was about sleepy sloths. Sometimes it was about tiny mice having grand adventures in their tiny mouse pajamas.
But it was always the perfect song for Nash.
And Nash always, always fell asleep.
Because that’s what the Breeze That Sang Goodnight did best—it knew exactly what every child needed to drift off to dreamland, wrapped in the soft comfort of a magical melody.
So tonight, dear one, if you’re having trouble sleeping, you might want to check your window. Listen carefully to the wind outside. Is it humming? Is it singing?
It just might be the Breeze That Sang Goodnight, coming to visit you.
Hush now, hush now, close your eyes tight… Sweet dreams, little one… Sleep well… Goodnight.
The End