In the heart of the savannah, they roam so free,
Giants in grey, beneath the ancient tree,
With wisdom in eyes, and strength in stride,
They march as one, with grace as their guide.

Through the golden grass, they make their way,
Gentle giants, in the light of day,
Their trunks like whispers, brushing the earth,
Symbols of power, and endless worth.

In the cool of dusk, they gather ’round,
Sharing secrets, without a sound,
Their souls intertwined, in a dance of trust,
In their mighty forms, we place our trust.

Oh, majestic beings, of strength and grace,
You teach us to cherish, this sacred place,
With each step you take, the world aligns,
In your presence, the stars brightly shine.