And one day
Baby Bear woke up and realised that he could see and hear all the boys and
girls who read his stories. And more… he could bring them into the stories as
well, where they could have wonderful adventures.
He invited
Tommy into his world first; stretched his hand across the magical veil that
separated their worlds and beckoned Tommy to join him. At first Tommy was too
sad to even acknowledge him but soon he saw the tiny bear’s furry hand and
smiled before taking hold of it.
Together
they crossed over from Tommy’s world into the world of magical stories where
Baby Bear lived. In Tommy’s world it had been a drab day, drizzling with grey,
wet rainy rain… but in the world of Baby Bear it was sublime blue skies with
candyfloss clouds and a joyful singsong sun, spreading happiness everywhere.
Tommy nearly cried with tears of joy at such a sight.
Baby Bear
welcomed Tommy into his magical world: “This is the world of magic that borders
your world. It is always with you and we are always with you. You need never be
sad or upset again. You do get sad sometimes, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do
sometimes.” Tommy replied. “I cry and I don’t know why.”
“Are you
lonely?” Asked Baby Bear.
“Sometimes I
am alone and It upsets me. I can not help but feel sad.” Tommy replied and a
tear slid slowly down his cheek.
Baby Bear
brushed the tear away with a furry finger and said, “You will never be lonely
again. How can you be alone when you are but a heartbeat away from this?” Baby
Bear outstretched his furry arms and held them astride. Tommy sniffed and
looked around.
They stood
in a beautiful wood with tall, tall trees all around them. Each of the trees
were mighty and powerful and all grew wide, wide smiles and had wide blinking
eyes. Each of the trees surveyed each other and then laughed with such delight
that Tommy could not help but laugh with them.
“Why do they
laugh?” Asked Tommy.
“Listen as
they sing their song and you will understand.” Baby Bear replied.
Whoom Whoom Whoom Shoom Shoom Shoom
We grow tall with the love of the soil
The love of the wind and the love of the sun
We give love because of the sun, because of
the soil
Because throughout it all we are as one
We are one because of the wind,
Because of the soil and because of the rain
And because of that love we’ll sing again.
Whoom Whoom Whoom Shoom Shoom Shoom
The water gives us love so we can grow
The sun gives us love so we can show
The wind gives us love moving our branches
to and fro
The soil gives us love by letting us know
That we are all one, and that love will
never go
Whoom Whoom Whoom Shoom Shoom Shoom
We show our love by growing so strong
Our roots grow so far, so firm and so long
Our branches reach and almost touch the sky
For we are always happy and never ever shy
With all this love around us why ever wonder
why?
Whoom Whoom Whoom Shoom Shoom Shoom
Tommy joined
in with the Whoom Whooming and clapped when the song was finished. Baby Bear
turned to him and said: “Even in your world trees are always happy and sing
songs in the wind. It is just you do not know how to listen. You will do now
though.”
Baby Bear
smiled to Tommy and Tommy smiled back. “Now, how do you show that you are happy
and want to share that happiness with others?” Baby Bear asked.
“You hug
them?” Tommy ventured forth with his uncertain answer.
“Yes, that’s
right.” Baby Bear replied and Tommy smiled with pride. “And trees loved to be
hugged and will always hug you back. Why don’t you try it now?”
And Baby
Bear showed Tommy what he meant and walked up to the tree and hugged it with
much love, for it came so easy to him to show his love, especially to the
trees. The tree responded in kind and its branches moved around the baby bear
and hugged him back.
Tommy walked
up to the nearest tree and placed his arms around its trunk and hugged it. He
smelt the rich loam of the bark and felt its soft furry texture on his cheek,
and then marvelled when the trees branches hugged him back, very gently but
full of love and affection.
Soon the
hugs were over and Tommy was left smiling earlobe to earlobe.
“There are
always hugs for you and trees will always hug you back; they love their hugs.
How can you be alone when you have such trees around you?” Baby Bear asked.
“I don’t
know…” Tommy replied.
“You can’t,
because we are always with you.”
With that
Baby Bear walked with Tommy away from the trees and out of the wood, waving
goodbye as they did so. The trees waved goodbye back, singing their Whoom Whoom song.
Soon they
reached an open field and a tall hill stood in front of them. The sun smiled
down at them and the wind blew kisses at them as they climbed the hill. Both
the baby bear and Tommy could not help but smile when they reached the top and
sat down on the grassy knoll.
“How can you
be unhappy when you are but a heartbeat away from this?” Baby Bear asked and
Tommy could only nod in blissful agreement. From afar they could hear distant
warblings as a small flock of wondrous Bluebirds flew to them.
“Listen.”
Said Baby Bear. “Listen to what they are singing.”
Wirble Whorble Wurble Warble
We float and we flutter and glimmer and
glide
We are one with the sky and never need to hide
For we are happy and show it from in to
outside
Wirble Whorble Wurble Warble
The sky is our friend and we know we are one
We talk all our warmth and love from the sun
And flying is joyous and such wonderful fun!
Wirble Whorble Wurble Warble
You too can fly and it’s easy to be
Simply close your eyes, grow your own wings
and see
Your happiness will guide you and help set you
free
Tommy
clapped his hands and sung along with the Wurble Warbles. He could see the
wonderment of the bluebirds as they flit about around them both, and sang their
song in churpy, chirrupy voices. When they finished they gently perched on both
their shoulders.
“Would you
like to fly too?” Whispered the birds in unison.
“Oh, yes
please!” Replied Tommy, so excitedly.
“Close your
eyes, allow your wings to grow through your happiness and we shall all fly
together!”
Tommy closed
his eyes and smiled, and through the smiling he could feel his wings grow. The
wings were strong and feathery and lifted him into the sky with Baby Bear
flying next to him.
“We’re
flying! We’re flying!” Tommy exclaimed delightedly.
“We are!”
Said the birds in unison. “And you can fly whenever you want, simply close your
eyes and believe. Grow your wings through your happiness and keep you aloft.”
“How can you
be unhappy when you can fly like this?” Baby Bear exclaimed and looped the loop
in front of Tommy’s excited eyes. Tommy clapped and laughed in delight.
Soon the
flying was over and Tommy’s face was now hurting slightly because he had been
laughing and smiling so much, but he didn’t mind that at all. Baby Bear led
Tommy back to down the other side of the hill after waving goodbye to the birds
who waved goodbye back, all the while singing their warbling song.
At the
bottom of the hill was a babbling stream and both Baby Bear and Tommy took
their shoes and socks off and dangled their feet in the cool water.
“How can you
be sad when you are but a breath away from all this?” Baby Bear asked.
“I can’t.”
Tommy smiled as he looked around him.
“Now listen
as the fish sing you their song.” Baby Bear said as he pointed down to the
water. Sure enough there was a shoal of fish that darted around their feet.
Bibble bobble bebble babble
Swimming in the stream is like swimming in
love
The water is so cool but there is warmth
from above
And whilst in the water we can fly like a
dove
How can you be sad when you’re surrounded by
love
Bibble bobble bebble babble
We swim and we dash and we swim and we
splash
We laugh and we sing as we love everything
And we dart and we shout as we blow water
spouts
Life is so fun when we are all one!
Bibble bobble bebble babble
The water surrounds us and we dance and we
sing
We love everyone, we love everything
There’s so much to do, so much fun to be had
And with so much to do there’s no time to be
sad.
Bibble bobble bebble babble
Tommy
laughed and clapped and splashed his feet in time to the song. The fish swam
around them and tickled their feet. Then all at once they jumped up and spoke
in bits and pieces. Somehow a sentence was formed.
Play swim
and us, and us!!!
Come with come with
Tommy and
Baby Bear grinned and laughed and swam with the fish, playing wonderful games in
the water with them. Tommy darted and dashed amongst the plants and water
weeds, laughing as he did so. How he laughed. Baby Bear swam with him and they
raced each other. They had so much fun with the fishes.
When it was
over they lie back on the bank of the stream to dry their clothes. They could
still hear the fish singing their song as they swam away. “Bibble Bobble Bebble
Babble.”
When their
clothes had finally dried Baby Bear looked at Tommy and said, “Are you still
unhappy?”
“No, I am
happy. It is impossible to be unhappy when I’m here.” Tommy replied.
“You know
that you can always visit here whenever you are sad, for this wonderful,
magical place is but a heartbeat, a breath away.” Baby Bear explained. “Just
close your eyes and I will be there. We can fly with the birds or swim with the
fishes; or ever sing with the trees!”
“Whoom Whoom
Shoom SHooM!” Sang Tommy and Baby Bear laughed with delight at the change in
Tommy.
“Now is the
time that you must go back, Tommy. I must be there for other boys and girls.”
Baby Bear explained.
“I
understand.” Replied Tommy. “I know how to be happy now. Thank you, Baby Bear.”
And Baby
Bear hugged Tommy and Tommy hugged Baby Bear back.
“Don’t
forget that trees love to be hugged too.”
“I won’t
forget.” Replied Tommy as he closed his eyes.
When Tommy
opened his eyes he was sitting in his bedroom once again. But when it was once
drab and grey and drizzling, it was now beautiful blue skies and whispy white
clouds. He smiled and he laughed and ran outside.
He could see
birds flittering and fluttering and chirruping aloud to their hearts content
and Tommy laughed and danced with them singing the whurble warble song. And
then he saw a large oak tree. He ran up to the magnificent tree and walked
around it, marvelling at its splendour.
Without
further ado he put his arms as far around the trees trunk as they would go
(which wasn’t that far) and gave the tree a big hug.
And you know
what? The tree hugged him right back.
1 comment:
lovely my son,this could be the start of a children book of short stories, very inventive and well constructed, and very easy to read, it was great
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