What is Paradise, I wonder,

Is it supply of delectable delicacies,

Is it supply of overflowing money,

Is it mind blowing vistas that surround,

Is it mind calming roses that serenade,

Is it fulfilment of our unfulfilled dreams?

Is it a state of bliss ?

You’ll be happy to know a herd of elephants found theirs some days ago,

Join me to know more,

Hunger pangs forcing the wild elephants,

From the forests they jaunted to a village nearby,

Lush banana laden trees enticing,

With around 300 trees to feast on,

And feast on they did, barring one,

Weren’t the fruits tasty as the previous ones,

Or were they satiated of their hunger, you may ask,

The villagers on inspecting soon found out reason why,

That tree housed a sparrow’s nest laden with her hatchlings,

And the elephants, wild as they may be,

Yet gentle, let sparrow’s progeny be,

Leaving nature to thrive,

Sustaining paradise through their deeds.

155 words

Thoughts :- I had read a news article a while back, which had published the incident, narrated in my poem. You may find the news clip here.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Eugenia for running Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge, word for the week is Paradise. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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