Elephant in a tree
The elephant sits,
In the desert, so free,
Perched high and still,
On a fragile tree.
Branches groan,
Ready to break,
A quiet moment,
A risky stake.
How did it climb?
What led it here?
A mystery held,
Both strange and clear.
The sun beats down,
The sand winds sigh,
The elephant ponders,
The endless sky.
Time stands still,
In the desert’s hold,
A story untold,
In silence bold.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Almost like Horton Hears a Who. This is something to ponder as the elephant ponders his life as we do. Good job.