Beneath the golden sun, they roam so free,
Majestic creatures of the ancient land,
With ears like sails and trunks that gently plea,
Their presence grand, a sight so truly grand.

In herds they move, a family so tight,
Through fields and forests, in the morning light,
Their wisdom echoes through the silent night,
Their gentle ways, a testament to might.

Tusks of ivory, pure and gleaming bright,
Symbols of strength, yet targets of greed’s plight,
They walk with grace, through days and endless nights,
Protecting young, with all their might and fight.

Oh, gentle giants of the earth so wide,
May you forever in peace reside,
Let not the shadows of mankind divide,
Your noble hearts, where endless love abides.