Deep in the quiet jungle, a small baby monkey sat alone under a big tree. The morning sun was shining, but his tiny heart felt cold and empty. He had lost sight of his mother, and the forest that was once full of laughter now felt strange and frightening. Every sound made him jump — the rustle of leaves, the chirp of birds, even the buzzing insects seemed too loud for his trembling little body.
He looked around with wide, teary eyes, hoping to see his mother’s face. But there was no one there. The baby monkey began to cry softly, his voice echoing through the trees. His little hands clutched his tail, and he rocked back and forth, trying to comfort himself. Hunger began to grow inside him, and he didn’t know where to find food or safety.
A few moments later, another group of monkeys passed nearby. The baby’s eyes brightened with hope, thinking maybe his mother was among them. But when he tried to approach, they hissed and chased him away. The poor baby monkey ran as fast as he could and hid behind a rock, his tiny heart breaking even more.
As night began to fall, the baby curled up on a branch, shivering in the cold wind. The stars twinkled above him, but he couldn’t feel their beauty — only loneliness surrounded him. Somewhere far away, his mother might be searching, calling his name, but the jungle was too big and too dark.
The baby monkey’s soft cries slowly faded into the night, a sad song of love, loss, and hope — waiting for a morning that might bring his mother back.
