Milo looked up at the endless blue sky, her thoughts swirling like clouds. She paused, kneeling by the river, tracing patterns in the mud and pondering the secrets of the world.
"Why is the sky blue? Why do stars twinkle? Can trees talk?" she mused aloud, her voice soft and full of wonder.
Milo brushed away the dirt to reveal a tiny golden seed, shimmering with a mysterious glow. She held it up, marveling at its beauty, when suddenly a gentle whisper echoed around her, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"Plant me... and believe," the voice urged, filling the air with enchantment.
Milo watered the seed each morning, talking to it with unwavering hope. She placed the pot by her window, watching for any sign of life, whispering encouragements as the days stretched on.
"Grow, little seed. I believe in you," she said, her face pressed close to the pot, wishing for a miracle.
Milo felt her hopes dimming, the days of waiting heavy in her chest. She curled beneath her blanket, clutching the pot, uncertain if anything magical would ever happen.
"Maybe it’s just an ordinary seed," she whispered sadly. But before sleep claimed her, she pressed her lips to the soil and murmured,
"I still believe,"
Milo gasped, her eyes wide as the tree giggled softly, its branches swaying as though in greeting. The air is filled with a sweet, magical fragrance, drawing birds to her window and casting rainbow patterns across her floor.
Silver Tree (magical, gentle, wise):
"Yes, we can talk," the tree spoke, its voice kind and musical.
"You can?!" Milo exclaimed, her heart fluttering.
"Only to those who believe," the tree replied, smiling with shimmering leaves.
Silver Tree gifted Milo fruits that healed sick animals, made sad people smile, and brought joy to everyone. The tree’s laughter echoed through the hills, and the village transformed, thriving with kindness and hope.
Milo shared the magic with her friends and neighbors, her belief lighting up every corner of the village.
"My magic was never in the seed. It was in your belief," the tree whispered, as it faded into a cloud of golden seeds.
Milo watched in awe, her heart full. From that day forward, she never stopped believing—in magic, in kindness, and most of all, in herself. The village glowed brighter than ever, and Milo’s questions became seeds of hope for everyone around her.
