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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...

Southeast Asia’s forests face collapse from deforestation, palm oil, and climate change—urgent action could still save this biodiversity hotspot.

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.