N a t u r e A r o u n d U s
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This place was not always green
It was once cassava fields—
dry, open land,
with only a few trees left standing.
We planted.
Slowly.
Without knowing what would last.
Some trees grew.
Some disappeared.
Because sometimes,
an elephant decides—
and nothing holds
The river has always been here.
Flowing along the Kwai Noi,
stretching over 500 meters.
No system.
No control.
Just water,
moving as it should.
Across the river,
a bamboo forest stands.
We don’t let the elephants cross.
Not everything
is ours to touch
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But this land is not untouched.
Around us , there are villages.
Fields of cassava,
sugarcane,
corn.
Crops that depend
on chemicals we do not choose—
but cannot ignore.
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We cannot care only for elephants.
If they live here,
we must live with everything that surrounds them.
So we listen.
We repair.
We give back.
Because coexistence
is not a concept
It is a daily decision.
At night,
sometimes our elephants walk out.
Into fields
that are not ours.
And when they do,
we follow.
Not to stop them—
but to take responsibility
for what comes after.
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Sometimes,
this place becomes something else—
a quiet frame
for a music video,
or a pre-wedding moment.
And then,
it returns to stillness.
Nothing here is perfect.
But nothing here is hidden.
And that
is how it continues to grow.