In the vast savannah where the sun paints gold,
Roams the gentle giant, with stories untold.
Majestic and wise, with eyes deep as night,
Carries the whispers of ancient delight.

His trunk sways softly, a dance with the breeze,
A symphony of nature, with grace and ease.
Each step a thunder, yet soft as a sigh,
A reminder of strength, as clouds drift by.

With ears like sails catching tales of the land,
He knows every secret, from mountain to sand.
His heart beats slowly, a rhythm of old,
Holding the mysteries the world has foretold.

In shadows of dusk, where the horizon bends,
He walks with the wisdom of time as his friend.
A guardian of forests, rivers, and skies,
In his gentle presence, a world’s spirit lies.