Elephant Warriors
And if we sent forth elephants, to play the game of war.
Their mighty tusks and playful hearts, what battles lie in store?
If wars were fought with lines and squares on fields of lace and wild.
Patterns of a gentler world, where peace is reconciled.
Between the hues of vivid dreams, in colors bright and bold.
The clash of shades, not swords or guns, a story to be told.
What if wars were painted scenes, not battles fierce and loud?
An artful dance of elegance, beneath a peaceful cloud.
If wars were not as interesting, as history might claim.
Would we still repeat the strife, and feed the endless flame?
Perhaps in games of vibrant hues, we'd find a truer end.
Where wars are but forgotten plays, and harmony's our friend.
In visions where the elephants, with gentle steps engage.
No blood is spilled, no lives are lost, no fury to enrage.
A world where conflicts softly fade, in colors intertwined.
A tapestry of unity, with love and peace combined.