In this enchanting night time poem, young Rowen discovers the secret language of trees as she explores her beloved forest. When darkness falls, the whispering woods reveal their magic through gentle murmurs and swaying branches, teaching her about their interconnected community. This bedtime story celebrates the wonder of nature and the special bond between a child and the living forest that welcomes her as one of its own.

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.

Then one day, a rumble low,
Rain was coming, this she'd know!
The trees all buzzed a knowing tune,
Warning Rowen, coming soon.


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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