The Pink Elephant

As white soared, climbed the skies with feathers of light,
An elephant bounded to ride along side, to feel the same
And ride,
The freedom given with one born high–
Pink needed trees, he wanted the green, he wanted to feel
The same again.

He fought and rampaged, ate and stole, tried to live
more and more–

The pink elephant stopped and thought–

Mountains of doors, mountains of trees,
Seeds flourishing as far as they could stretch
The mountain grew, it rooted and ran
Brought animals from every direction,
And delivered its message to a
Of rain.
He wanted to tell so many about light,
About the dragon, the phoenix, the golden might,
From air to ground,

To the icy arctic tip.

No place for an elephant of pink–

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