Epilogue:

The North Wind pushed the dark storm cloud away vigorously. Blinded by the sunbeams, the black raven gave a tortured croak, before it rose and followed behind the cloud.

Grateful the sun held out her hot hand to the North Wind and then looked down at the small tree.

She smiled.

A big, white dove waved at her with the tip of one wing, while the other wing was draped carefully around the thin shoulders of the tiny, colourful birdy.

The little bird smiled as well and started to sing a lovely song.

- The End -