Heavy yet weightless,
each step presses into the earth’s ancient skin,
a silent hymn of wisdom sung in footprints,
carved into the bones of time
The elephant walks,
unshaken by the storm’s howl,
unmoved by the world’s restless chatter,
for she knows—power is not in noise,
but in the quiet thunder of presence
She ascends, slow and knowing,
her spirit woven with the wind,
her silence a sermon,
her breath, the echo of eternity
And so, we walk—
in stillness, in strength,
becoming infinite—
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