The beauty of creation is in elephants.
They walk together slowly, surely, with wrinkled knees
and ears like butterfly wings—a majestic force of grey.
They are the path makers
clearing their way to a higher purpose while their young play close-by
ever in view of the great family eye.
They rage when they rage,
They mourn when they mourn—
Beware the rampage when their trunks lift—and sound—like a horn!
And they dance in the moonlight when a new one is born.
They are questers for water and vessels for wisdom,
And the beauty of creation is so evident in them.
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