Here come the elephants
With their trunks so long,
Raising them into the air
To spout a hearty song.

Trumpeting, you call it.
A bellow, oh so loud.
Magnificent is such a beast,
So mighty, and so proud.

Size and strength mean much to you.
You think they equal power.
But the tiniest of microbes,
Your strength it can devour.

True might comes not from things you see,
Nor that which you can feel.
The greatest power lies in that
Which no hand has yet to feel.

The spirit’s where true strength resides,
All courage and all love.
And this is found in all of life
From man to hawk and dove.

Honor that which gives you breath.
The part you cannot see.
It’s present, everlasting…
Into eternity.