Beneath the golden sun, they roam so free,
With wisdom in their eyes, a world to see.
Majestic beings, in families they stand,
Together, they traverse the endless land.

Their trunks, like ancient oaks, so strong and kind,
A bond with nature, so deeply entwined.
Each step they take, a gentle, mighty stride,
In their presence, all fear and worries subside.

Through jungles dense and rivers wide they go,
Protectors of the earth, they’ve always known.
Their memories vast, like tales of yore,
A history etched in hearts, forever more.

O gentle giants, may you forever be,
Symbols of strength, grace, and unity.
In your shadow, we learn to cherish and respect,
The delicate balance of nature, we must protect.