I was inspired by the Elephant graveyard. The legendary place where elephants go to die...
Have you heard? The old bull elephant has left the herd With a shuffling gait and weary eye Underneath the savanna sky Wandering off all alone The Sun had spoken It was time to come home Can't you see? The old bull elephant is finally free His battle-scarred and furrowed hide Concealed the pain that raged inside Off he went so dignified Tusks held high with royal pride Vultures circling in the dawn Signalled the herd it was time to move on And the savanna sang a farewell song The king is gone The king is gone The brave king is gone
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