Gentle Giants

In African plains, they roam so grand,

With wrinkled skin and trunks so grand,

The gentle giants, oh so kind,

A sight to see, a sight to find.

Their ivory tusks, once so prized,

Are now protected, a law devised,

For elephants are wise and grand,

A treasure to behold, in any land.

Their memory is sharp, their family strong,

They mourn their dead, a mournful song,

And when they move, they move with grace,

A wonder to behold, in any place.

They trumpet and rumble, a symphony of sound,

A language so complex, yet so profound,

The majestic elephants, with hearts so pure,

A blessing to us all, forevermore.

So let us protect these gentle giants,

And treasure their beauty, with all our might,

For they are a symbol of nature's power,

A majestic creature, that never will sour.