The Wind, the Maiden, and the Sun
A cool evening breeze ran across the land, softly soaring above the grassy plains, until it came to a deep valley; there it stopped a moment, considering its option, before howling with glee as it rushed down to the valley-side; down, down, down it dove into the grassy vale, never stopping, never slowing, as the plants bowed down beneath its terrible force. It howled again as it crashed into a narrow stream, casting a splash of water through the air, where it transformed into thousands of dazzling diamonds, each one shifting and moving with life, until they fell back from glory, merging again with the water.
