Antidote – The Elephant in the Room

There was an elephant, oh so big,

t’was rather proud of his twirling trunk

he trumpeted triumphantly til the noise

threatened all, he said they stunk.


He flung it far from side to side

and lifted slippery trees and stuff

and sweetly smiled his toothy grin,

decidedly drunk on being so tough.


When bathing,  the others fled in droves

and hastily hid behind hills and trees,

for when he sprayed, it covered miles

and soaked the landscape and the seas.


Then a mote of dust flew down, sliding

up his nostrils and silently stroked his skin –

til he sneezed, and sneezed into the breeze

and collapsed in a heap right on his knees.


The moral of the poem is that power is self destructive -even for a virus!

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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