Bali’s Forest Dawn

Bali woke under ancient trees, her bird perched on her shoulder, raccoon curled by

her side, deer nuzzling her hand. They'd slept beneath stars that whispered

secrets only forest hearts could hear. The moon had painted silver paths through leaves while they

dreamed of impossible things. Now morning light filtered gold through branches,

and the sun rose like laughter itself. Her friends stirred, eyes bright with wonder.

In this magical place, every dawn felt like the world beginning again.

No walls, no worries. Just Bali and her wild family, living where magic

was as real as breathing.