Elephant Tides


Leviathans of Earth;
they mourn their dead,
they honor the memory,
and mark the moment of loss.

Leviathans, as mountains;
they are patient in tide,
they grant nothing staid,
and weep for hurried measure.

Leviathans, with the dawn;
they gather in private ritual,
they listen to silent music,
and savor its boundless ways.

Leviathans, forever roam;
they know only to travel,
they are a tireless horde,
and with dusk, begin again.

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