Elephantine Majesty

Beneath the weight of ages, they stand, A living tapestry of earth and sky, Their trunks, like rivers, weave through time and land, Carrying the whispers of eternity. Warriors perch atop their noble backs, Their armor gleams in the fading light, Yet the elephants, with eyes that speak, Hold the wisdom of ancient night. Each tusk a testament to strength untold, Each ear a canvas of the winds that blow, Their steps, a rhythm of the earth's old soul, A symphony of life's unyielding flow. In their presence, we are but a breath, A fleeting moment in their timeless path. They carry the weight of history's weight, Yet in their gaze, we find our own release. For in their eyes, we see ourselves, Reflected in the mirror of their grace, A reminder of our shared ascent, Through the trials of time and space.