In a land where the sun always smiled, there lived a group of children called the Little Buddhas. Their laughter filled the air like jingle bells, and their hearts were as light as feathers.

Each day, they would gather at the temple's golden gates. ‘To the temple we must go, to show our respect, you know!’ they sang, hopping like little frogs.

At the temple, they bowed low, saying, ‘Namaste to the Buddha, let the love in our hearts flow!’ They looked like tiny mountains, steady and serene.

The wind whispered through the leaves, adding music to their meditation. ‘Listen,’ said little Ploy. ‘Even the wind loves the Buddha.’

As they bowed, the temple bells chimed, ‘Ding! Dong!’ The sound filled them with joy, like bubbles in a fizzy drink.

‘The Buddha smiles upon us,’ chirped Thana, whose eyes sparkled like stars. ‘And we bow with joy, from near and far!’

Sometimes, playful birds would join them, flapping their wings and chirping along. ‘They bow too!’ laughed Nee, ‘Bowing birds, oh what a view!’

The children would then share stories of kindness and love, painting pictures in the air with their words. ‘The stories warm my heart like sunny rays,’ said Somchai, smiling wide.

After their stories, it was time for a snack. ‘Sweet mango sticky rice,’ they cheered, munching happily, ‘can make any frown take flight!’

At the end of the day, they waved goodbye, ‘To the temple we'll return, you and I.’ The sun set, painting the sky with colors as bright as their hearts.

Under the twinkling stars, they dreamed sweet dreams, of Buddha’s love and moonbeam gleams. ‘Goodnight,’ whispered the wind, ‘until we bow again.’

And so the Little Buddhas slept soundly, with the joy of their bows filling the night, until a new day calls them back to the temple’s golden light.