There was a reluctant shaman, an elephant was her guide
She tried her best to deny it, but elephants are hard to hide
A trunk would tap her on the shoulder when she was in the shower
with the solution to a problem she’d been working on for hours
A soft trumpet in the half light, drifting between wake and sleep
would remind her of all she needs to let go, and all she’s destined to keep
Reassuring footfalls behind her, when she’s a long way from home
remind her nature’s a constant companion and she need never be alone
Big ears are there to listen, when heaviness weighs her down
A circus act on a balancing ball chases away her frown
When she could ignore its existence no longer, she looked the elephant straight in the eye
All at once a collision of unity stole her breath in a rapturous cry
Now the two tread the path side by side, hand in trunk and four feet by two
The shaman, reluctant no longer, comes home to the whole of her self that is true

Thanks for joining me for another Sunday rhyme time. This rhyme was inspired by a wonderful YA fiction book I’m reading, The Song that Sings Us. Whilst it is fiction, it seems to hold many elements of truth, and invites much reflection on our relationship to the natural world. What are you reading at the moment?