Junior Vocab
Gulmohar TreeThe Magical
In a sunny garden, there stood a grand gulmohar tree, its bright orange flowers dancing in the breeze. Every day, little Maya would sit under its shady branches, imagining she was in a magical world. The flowers were like tiny suns, bringing warmth and joy.
Maya loved to count them—one, two, three! She would even pretend they were fairy lanterns lighting up her adventures. One day, she discovered a tiny bird nesting among the petals.
“Hello, little friend!” she chirped. The gulmohar tree was not just a tree; it was a home for many! And every day was a new story waiting to unfold.