Elephantine Majesty
Reflection
Beneath the weight of ages, they stand,
Their tusks like ivory swords, their trunks like hands.
A procession of power, a march of grace,
Where every step echoes through time's embrace.
The warriors on their backs, their armor gleams,
A testament to battles fought, to dreams.
The crowd below, a sea of faces, eyes,
Reflecting awe, respect, and endless skies.
These elephants, not mere beasts of burden,
Are living legends, ancient and profound.
Their skin, a canvas of scars and stories,
A tapestry of battles and glories.
In their presence, we find our own strength,
A mirror to our souls, a guiding light.
For in their gaze, we see our own journey,
A path of resilience, a path of glory.
They are the guardians of the earth's heart,
A reminder that strength comes from the start.
Their steps, a rhythm, a pulse of life,
A symphony of power, a dance of strife.
Oh, Elephantine Majesty, you stand tall,
A beacon of strength, a timeless call.
In your shadow, we find our own courage,
A journey of transformation, a path of change.