Amidst the sprawling savannah, beneath the yawning sky,
lies the bridge between dreams and echoing whispers.
Elephants sway in quiet repose, their presence like
timeless lullabies for those who dare listen.
The gentle rustle of leaves sings a static melody,
a soft hum that intertwines with the heartbeats of giants.
They remember the ancient tales told over
moonlit campfires, of love, loss, and lullabies.
Return to the folds of memory, where elephants play silently
under the twilight, their shadows dancing against
the translucent veil of time.