Elephantine Majesty
Reflection
Beneath the weight of history, they stand,
A living fortress, a breath of the ancient land.
Their trunks, like whispers of the earth,
Carry the echoes of battles long past,
And the dreams of those who dared to lead.
Each tusk gleams with the light of empires,
A testament to the strength that moves mountains.
Their eyes, vast and knowing, hold the gaze of time,
Reflecting the rise and fall of kings.
Upon their broad backs, warriors ride,
Their armor gleaming, their banners high.
Yet, it is the elephants who bear the burden,
The silent sentinels of a bygone age.
In their presence, the world feels small,
A reminder of the grandeur that once was.
They are not just beasts of war,
But symbols of resilience, of enduring might.
Through their steps, the earth trembles,
A symphony of power and grace.
They are the guardians of the past,
And the promise of a future yet to be written.
In their shadow, we find ourselves,
Small yet connected to the timeless flow.
For in their gaze, we see our own journey,
A path of courage, of endurance, of hope.