A curious child stood beneath the golden sky, eyes wide with wonder. "What is love?" they asked the wind, watching as it danced through the trees.

The wind replied softly, "Love stays… even when it goes." This answer lingered in the air, wrapping around the child like a warm embrace.

The child turned to the trees, hopeful. "Can you show me love?" The trees responded with a graceful sway, "Love stands beside you, even when you grow apart."

The child looked up at the moon, its light gentle and reassuring. The moon whispered, "Love feels far… but it’s always close."

The stars joined in, their voices a chorus of twinkling lights. "Love is everywhere.

You just have to see it." The child felt a warmth spreading through them, a comfort beyond words.

The child laid their head on the pillow, feeling its gentle sigh. The pillow said, "Love rests… but never leaves."

The child remembered the people they loved, each calling love by different names. But in their heart, a voice spoke, "Love belongs to everyone."

As the child breathed in and out, they realized that love, like breath, was always with them. The night whispered, "Yes, little one.

I’m here. I’m in your dreams, your hope… and your heart."

The child knew, deep down, that love was everything. And it was always with them.