Elephants - Austin Basham

The sun, it rises

Only to reveal snow fields

With no surprises

We’re frozen

Nothing left to feel

But we can find a place

That’s warm

Chip away the rocks

Let’s bloom

Become undone

Under a tree

Wind blowin', we felt good

Just let us be

Don’t sell that all for wood

They’re rich in ivory, we’re told

To kill those elephants for gold