In the quiet fields of the Whispering Meadows, where the grass sways like a lullaby, lived a
pastel-green dress named Meadow.
Meadow wasn’t loud or sparkly — she was calm, cool, and as soothing as a morning breeze.
Every day, Lumi, a tiny meadow sprite, would glide across the fields, sprinkling gentle glimmers of
light everywhere she went.
But her favourite place to rest was right beside Meadow.
“You feel like home,” Lumi whispered one dawn, tracing her tiny fingers along the soft pastel fabric.
“You remind me of the first leaf of spring.”
Meadow glowed quietly.
She loved the meadow, the breeze, the soft hum of nature — but she wished for one thing:
to dance.
So one evening, when the fireflies lit up the fields like tiny lanterns, Lumi tugged at Meadow happily.
“Tonight, we dance.”
And oh, how she twirled!
Her pastel green shimmered like morning dew, her soft layers fluttering like the wings of a gentle
little songbird.
Every firefly stopped to watch.
Even the breeze paused to listen to her happiness.
From that night on, Meadow was no longer just the quiet dress of the fields —
she became the melody of the meadow itself.
Mint Meadow — a dress for little ones who carry calm magic and gentle dreams wherever they go.