An Elephant Walking In Wildflowers

I try to walk very gently through a field filled with wildflowers Not crushing them under my feet takes a short walk many hours On hot days I flap my ears over them to give out a slight breeze If not for me they would dry up for this field doesn’t have trees Lots of bees and butterflies continually dance around my head Getting stung or one flying up my trunk is a thing I daily dread I am blessed with having such freedom and plenty of space to roam Concrete floors and iron bars is sadly what some elephants call home Author Eileen Clark