Have you ever wondered if the trees are whispering secrets to one another? Join Rowen for a gentle walk through the woods in this night time poem about nature’s hidden magic and finding where you belong.

Rowen loved to roam and play,
In the forest every day.
Mossy logs and fallen leaves,
Maps to places, a path that weaves.

Stones that skipped and water bright,
Made the forest feel just right.
But something else was in the air,
A secret Rowen couldn't share.

One day, murmurs filled her ear,
Of trees that talk, so very near!
Did the branches hum and sway,
Sharing things in a special way?

A buzzing sound, a gentle beat,
Rowen felt it in her feet.
The trees swayed slow, like arms so wide,
What were they trying to confide?

“Hello?" she said, a little shy,
The trees just rustled in reply.
She listened hard with all her might,
Day by day and late at night.

Murmuring trees, and roots that share,
Helping each other, with love and care.
Big trees, like mothers, wise and strong,
Watching little saplings grow tall and long.

The sun went down, the stars shone bright, 
To say hello to the coming night. 
The trees all buzzed a gentle tune, 
Beneath the glowing of the moon.

The forest sang a welcome song,
And Rowen felt it, she belonged.
She knew she'd always find a home,
Among the trees, she'd always roam.

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