Little Bear Lullaby.

Nothing could break the silence. Everything in a frozen state. Bear Lullaby was sleeping in the most adorable way. Little legs and arms cosy together in the green tree. Such a sugar sweet package. A rose and black nose deliciously resting on its arm. Dreams were not too far away. Visiting little bear Lullaby during its beauty sleep. Coming and going away as butterflies. Light and soft.

The big forest was its home. Gentle breeze. Birds singing. Enchanting melodies. The wind whispering words of love in its small ears. Caring and nurturing as little bears deserve. A song of peacefulness composing its parts. Natural course. By some kind of magic. So pure. In this part of the world anything could happen. Just like that. The heart was master and mentor at the same time.

Little bear Lullaby surrendered to the moment between night and day. Moon and stars. Resting. Napping. So cute. Suddenly it happened. A seed of awesome creations entered its innocent soul. Growing into a beautiful story of infinite bliss and so much more than that. Little bear Lullaby went on an adventure. The scenes were magnificent. Dreaming. Further. The trees were curious and wanted to know more.

They observed little bear Lullaby and touched its skin. So soft. Little bear Lullaby did not seem to notice it. It continued to dream. A smart and naughty tree had a marvellous idea. It asked the wind to blow some flowers into its little face. The wind was very careful. Only good intentions. No harm. Little bear Lullaby felt the movement around its core. Perfectly balanced. Almost no effect.

Right in that moment - in the middle of the dream - it was climbing the tallest tree. This felt so good. The overview was better than expected. The smart tree still wanted to enter the scene. To discover the big dream. Meanwhile little bear Lullaby was playing. With sparkling eyes. As only children can. Mindful. Enjoying the present moment. The tree gave up. They say that surrendering is a mighty force. When you least expect it, the miracle happens. Out of the blue.

By Liesbeth Leysen

Professional Writer