When Elephants Cry
Sometimes the most creative among us
Seem like young elephants, orphaned, when to this world they embarked.
Touched before birth by a divine parents graciousness.
Traumatized by the event which caused separation form their matriarch.
Entering into this world, grieving for their unremembered lost maternal love.
A life time of not knowing why or where this melancholy is from.
Their survival may hang in the balance, living in a world intolerant of
this unwitnessed trauma. They must be persuaded that here, in this life, they are welcome.
The elephant calf, like the akin human child, needs toys,
daily distractions, art, music, and science for it's spirit to be stimulated.
Thru the dampening of creativity they find their white noise
much the same as blood rushing through the womb from which they were created.
With elephants, "please remember this line", one reaps what one sows.
You see how the elephant acts in the company of humans
is precedent on the way the young elephant was treated, and how.
Only elephants should own elephant ivory.
Only an elephants heart can measure it's pain.