Cry Me, A River

The two elephants lived apart, across the ridges far way beyond the hills. In the morn they swayed, beating the stillness of the air with the magic of their trucks. Their hearts intact, ears close, chose to hype the rhythm of love: walking miles to carry the greatest hello, promises of a life-well-to live no matter what the mountains would say. Janet the fare one, and George Prinkton met at the drinking pool aged three. They were the most daring and beautiful elephants in the fields;even the winds obeyed their steps, for they raced the mild air with true afflictions. The sun raced through the skies- and seasons crept like cheetahs sprint; in the once vast Greenland- the two elephants grew apart, dreams shuttered and memories gone. They met new friends- whose stories new, and listened to traces of footprints renewed. Janet, outgrown in muscle looked at her friend the moon, and whispered love upon betrayal, the tears of one whom once the world belonged now shuttered by time and zest. Jb Wisely Ug