The Wind’s Gift

A Native American Folktale

Long ago, before the world was as we know it, the Four Winds met at the autumn equinox to share their wisdom with the earth. The trees, standing tall and wise, listened carefully as each wind spoke.

The East Wind arrived first, bringing the golden light of dawn.

"I bring new beginnings," it sang.

"With the rising sun comes fresh opportunities and open paths. Look ahead with curiosity, and trust in what is to come."

Next came the South Wind, warm and kind. It whispered through the branches,

"I bring love and connection. Hold close to those who matter most. Share warmth, kindness, and generosity, for these are the gifts that last."

The West Wind followed, carrying the colours of the setting sun. It rustled gently through the leaves, "I bring reflection. As the light fades, take time to look within. Let go of what no longer serves you, just as the trees release their leaves."

Last arrived the North Wind, fierce and strong. "I bring the lessons of endurance," it murmured. "Stand firm, even as the cold approaches. Strength is found in resilience, and though winter will come, spring will surely follow."

The trees swayed, absorbing the wisdom of the Four Winds. They let go of their golden leaves, trusting in the promise of renewal and stood tall in quiet gratitude as the world around them prepared for winter’s stillness.