Written by international intern Madi Chan

 

The elephants tremble and trample,

Slowly and smoothly they glide,

She walks in front, leading them all

The mud swallowing each of their steps.

 

The tracks have been laid,

The path ceases to be forgotten.

The lives of those lost have now been found,

Through the salvation of tiny warriors.

 

She and she, queen and queen,

Move and fly in harmony.

A balance regained,

A song understood.

 

The shield of blindness, of deafness now lifted

The strength of aggression, of desperation

Flattened by the force of virtue, of peace,

Of harmony.

 

What grows now,

Is a flow of small and strong.

The steps are different,

Yet still a print both they make.