In the hills of Ethiopia, where the skies are so high,
Lived a flock of fine storks who were ready to fly.
They gathered together, their wings stretched out wide,
To start their long journey, to soar and to glide.
With a flap and a flutter, they lifted their feet,
Into the air with a rhythm so neat.
They flew in a “V,” like an arrow in flight,
Their wings beating strong, with all of their might.
But what these fine storks didn’t know on that day,
Was their flapping would send a breeze on its way.
The breeze, oh it twisted! It whirled and it spun,
It grew from the power of every last one.
“Swish!” went the wind as it danced through the air,
And it spiraled and twirled, growing bigger with care.
The storks flew on, gliding far from the breeze,
As it swept through the sky, like a wave on the seas.
Now, deep in the ocean, the wind found a friend,
The warm waters below made it twirl and extend.
The breeze turned to gust, and the gust turned to more,
Till the wind became something it hadn’t before.
A hurricane spun! Round and round it did go,
With winds that could whip, and rains that could flow.
It swirled over oceans, so wild and free,
A storm born from storks, from the sky and the sea!
The storks on the land, unaware of the storm,
Rested in nests, cozy and warm.
But little did they know, from their flight in the sky,
They’d helped build a storm as they soared up so high.
Now here is the lesson, dear children, you see,
Whether storks in the sky or you and me,
The things that we do can grow big and wide,
Like the wind from a wing, or the waves of the tide.
So, flap with care, and know in your heart,
That even small things can play a big part.
Be kind and be thoughtful with all that you do,
For you never quite know what your breeze will turn into!
Good night, little dreamers, as you rest your head,
Remember the storks and the winds that they spread.
Let your actions be gentle, and let them take flight,
For kindness, like winds, can grow into light.
