One sunny morning, little Lila packed her backpack, grabbed her walking stick, and tiptoed into the forest behind her house. She had heard from Grandpa that if you walk quietly and smile kindly, the forest might talk back.
As she skipped along the mossy path, a bright orange butterfly danced in front of her. "Do you know where the forest whispers?" Lila asked.
The butterfly fluttered toward a tangle of leaves, and Lila followed, pushing through the green brush. Suddenly, she heard it—a soft giggle in the breeze and a whisper, “Keep going, brave girl.”
Crossing a fallen log over a sparkling stream, she smiled wide. The forest was whispering. And it told her that every explorer with a kind heart could hear its secrets.
That day, Lila made a promise: to protect the forest and visit often. And every time she did, the forest greeted her with butterflies and whispers just for her.
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