Earth Voices

Haiku for the Bison of the Great Plains Thunder in the grass— Earth remembers how to breathe, Hooves drum dawn awake. Wind through sacred mane, Ghost herds stir beneath...

I am the whisper before the storm, the golden thread woven through acacia shadow, the living arrow that the savanna draws and releases in...

I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.

I am born dying, and this is not tragedy—it is scripture. In the cathedral of leaves where light spills through in honeyed pillars, I unfurl...

Purring Hymn Silent velvet paws, purring hymn of star and sun, shadow guards the soul. Soft-Pawed Traveler I am Cat. Soft-pawed traveler between worlds, bearer of stillness and flame....

A Great Blue Whale narrates its timeless song, embodying ocean memory, ecological balance, & sorrow at human disruption