By the pond, a seasoned elk stands alone,

Casting his gaze to the wisdom gentle waters have shone.

A mirror of life, in ripples and gleams,

Reflecting on years passed, like wandering dreams.
His antlers, though grand, have borne the weight of time,

Not the largest nor smallest, but enough to define

A peak of respect, where he once stood tall,

A guardian of his cows, he's answered the call.
Age whispers to him, of seasons spun,

Of battles weathered, of fight’s he’s won.

The forest's applause, once thunderous and clear,

Now a fading echo, distant yet dear.
The wisdom of the mountain pulses through his veins,

Outsmarting hunters, enduring life’s strains.

Through wolf howls and snowfalls, his heart stays strong,

A testament to life, through the years, so long.
His reflection tells tales of survival's art,

Of silent strength born from a wild heart.

Though earth's pulse bids him to cede his reign,

The spirit within urges him to remain.
"Stay strong," the peaks whisper through the pond's glossy hide,

"Tread on with pride, you are the Elk , and I, am your guide.

Let lion, bear, and death come to call,

Live on, push through, stand noble and tall."
With a bugle that shatters the morning's quiet embrace,

He vows to continue, to cherish the chase.

For life is a journey, not a prize to be won,

And his spirit shall blaze like the morning sun.
So, push on, noble elk, through the turn of the season,

For in the wild's grand story, every soul has its reason.

Let your spirit grow, let it soar, let it thrive,

​Push on, live fully, and remember how grand it is to be alive