The elephant once smashed coconuts with savage might,
Each strike a hammer, bending the trees to its monstrous will.
But now you see it, slow and mild,
Eating calmly, with the gentleness of a child.
The days of breaking hard shells with might,
Seem distant now, hidden from sight.
You meet it soft, but know it well,
There was a time it cracked through the shell.
The wise one pauses, no need to prove,
For time has shown how strength can move.
Not in breaking, loud and wild,
But in knowing when to be calm and mild.
Do not think you’ve met the beast,
If you missed the battle before the feast.
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