Elephantine Ascension
Reflection
Beneath the weight of ages, they stand,
A mountain of flesh and bone, a living land.
Elephants, the silent architects of time,
Carrying the burden of the human climb.
Their trunks reach skyward, a plea or a prayer,
As men perch atop, their ambitions unaware.
The smoke of ambition swirls around,
A testament to the weight we have bound.
Each elephant, a vessel of strength and grace,
Bears the weight of a world's unyielding pace.
Their eyes, windows to an ancient soul,
Reflect the burden, yet remain whole.
The men above, with flags and spears,
Dream of conquests and endless years.
But the elephants, in their stoic grace,
Hold the key to a timeless embrace.
For in their steps, the earth remembers,
The balance of power, the weight of her.
A lesson etched in their wrinkled skin,
That true strength lies in unity within.
Elephantine Ascension, a tale of might,
Where the heavy and the light find their flight.
A reminder that in our climb to the stars,
We must carry each other, and not just wars.