Elephantine Majesty

Beneath the weight of ages, they stand, A living tapestry of earth and sky, Their tusks like ivory spears, their trunks like hands, Carrying the weight of history's sigh. Each step a symphony of stone and grace, A procession of time, a march of might, Their eyes, ancient mirrors of human face, Reflecting the soul's eternal light. In their shadows, we find our own, A mirror of strength, a beacon of might, For in their gaze, we see the dawn, And in their stride, the promise of night. They are the guardians of forgotten lore, The keepers of secrets, the silent kings, Their presence a reminder of what we once were, And what we might yet become in our dreams.