The Old Elephant

The Old Elephant cries
He stomps around in pain
His screams raised whirlwinds
The ruckus was heard across the land
As he trampled on the innocent shrubs
                             of the Savanna
The Old Elephant is weak
Yet he's an elephant, not a sheep
He bellows once again, this time louder
His children have gone far, scattered wide 
And away, beyond the setting sun
Yet they heard the Old Elephant rumble
In fear, the little ones tremble
The grasses shudder, the trees grumble
Again, the Old Elephant growls
His children groan—they pray he rumbles forever