The Flying Elephant

It is not a Fan But this poetry Pretends look as Elephant I hope not in the shop of dishes, It’s just a giant cloud-like formation and weightless tissues that covered for instant some part of Heaven, Or others extraordinary fantasies and mirages. But it’s has brought some sendings and informations That maybe has been vital for people Have lived underneath and whose Eyes have been sharpen for details and polishing with them, But who lost capacity for seeing world globally As might Elephant winding in the sky awkwardly Who kept friendship with air castles catching dreamily But also with typhoons and cyclones and UFOs For meeting with them we must be prepared firmly.