Stories that help children understand the world they live in
Where nature, life, and stories meet
Every place has a story. Every life matters.
The River That Forgot Its Banks “I don’t remember being this wide,” said the river. She flowed past stones she had known all her life, but today they felt smaller. Farther apart. The water touched places it had never touched before. “Slow down,” begged a smooth grey rock, half-submerged. “You’re tickling my top.” “I’m trying,”…
The Deer Who Knew When to Wait The forest did not change all at once. It changed in pauses. Maya the deer felt it in her legs first. “Don’t,” she told her fawn gently, placing a hoof across his path. “Not yet.” The fawn froze, confused. The clearing ahead looked the same—sunlight spilling through leaves,…
The Worm Who Held the Soil “Please don’t rush,” said the soil. Luma slowed at once. He had been moving steadily all morning, turning gently through the dark earth, making small tunnels that let air and water pass. Worms didn’t hurry. Hurrying made the ground anxious. “I’m not rushing,” Luma said. “I’m listening.” “You always…
The Bird Who Forgot the Sky’s Map “Something is wrong,” said Aru the bird. He was perched on a thin branch near the edge of the forest, wings folded neatly, eyes fixed on the sky. The morning was bright. The wind was gentle. Everything looked exactly as it always did. And yet— “I don’t know…
The Fungi That Carried Warnings “Do you feel that?” whispered the soil. “Yes,” answered the fungi. “Something is changing.” The warning did not travel through the air. It moved underground—through thin white threads that looked fragile but were stronger than they appeared. These threads stretched far beneath the forest, connecting roots, stones, worms, and water…
The Tree Who Spoke Through Its Roots “I don’t speak like you do,” said the old tree.“But if you stand still long enough, you will hear me.” The forest had learned this long ago. Birds listened by resting.Ants listened by touching the ground.The soil listened by holding everything together. The tree stood near the place…
Mira and the Seed That Didn’t Belong “Careful!” whispered the leaf. Mira stopped at once. The seed slipped forward and bumped her head. “I am being careful,” Mira said, catching her breath. “You’re just dramatic.” “I’m old,” the leaf replied. “Old things worry.” Mira adjusted her grip on the seed. It was round, smooth, and…
