The Elephants

Across the grasslands they move so slow Gentle giants, strong enough to kill with just one blow Yet, compassionate enough to cry As one of their fallen is about to die Shot illegally for an ivory prize The pain shows in his big eyes The elephants gather to mourn their loss The leader of their pack dead among the grass and moss Days later they restart their journey across the plains Through the blinding sunshine and the torrential rains A widow, a baby, a mother, all left alone For only a treasure of white bone Months and months go by When, all of a sudden the widow cries The elephants have traveled back To the scene of the savage attack Before them lie their leader’s bones Among the dirt and insects, all alone With their massive trunks, the bones they feel Hoping that this will help them heal