Elephant Sanctuary

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A haven for the gentle gray, Elephants roam, their spirits free, Guardians of a mystic tree. The forest whispers secrets old, Of wisdom earned, of stories told, In wrinkled hides, a tale is spun, Of lives lived deep, beneath the sun. The tree above, a verdant throne, Where ancient magic is made known, Its branches stretch, its roots run deep, A symbol of the memories they keep. In this serene and mystic land, The elephants stand, hand in hand, A testament to love's pure might, A sanctuary, a guiding light.