The Elephant Magic

She is the creator.

Her ears forge the wind while her trunk makes the waterfalls run.

Her hoofs, the size of boulders, carve the rocks in all their shapes and sizes.
The elephant's tusks tear down trees to make homes for little animals.

She sways with nature.

Everything she has touched is enchanted with magic.

Leaves dance down to the forest floor, the great elephant;s feet press and crunch the leaves underfoot.

Birds whistle to the sound of raindrops gently sliding down the evergreen leaves.

The elephant's feet stomp down, massaging the ground,    

Softening the rock-hard clay that rests in the earth.
A snake slithers in the tree tops above, whispering to the forest's calls.

The elephant's trunk sways to the rhythm of the rain,

Soft pattering of droplets enclosing the forest in a mystical trance.
The moss growing fat on rolling stones, becoming clearer as the elephant ventures closer to a towering tumbling waterfall.

Fern leaves brush the elephant's sides, she treads gracefully through the bracken.

Glistening crystal clear water flows into a large pond, she dips her long trunk into the water.
The elephant's gentle trunk drinks in the water as she lifts out her lengthy trunk from the pond.

She sprays the water up high in the air, shining beads fly down from the sky,    

Covering the elephant's body in a wave of enchanted kindness.

The elephant's magic has been granted...