As the sun dipped low on the horizon’s edge,
We journeyed on to the orphanage, a solemn pledge,
Amidst the wild, a baby elephant’s cry,
Piercing the air, a heart-wrenching sigh.

For two long hours, the sound echoed clear,
A lament of sorrow, a call we could hear,
My heart weighed heavy with the plaintive wail,
An ancient secret unraveling, a chilling tale.

The little one’s cry, a haunting sound,
In the vast wilderness, so profound,
A language of grief, of loss untold,
Stirring fears of mysteries ancient and old.

As we traveled on, the fear lingered near,
A sense of foreboding, a chill in the air,
The baby elephant’s cry, a primal song,
Of sorrow and longing that echoed strong.

What ancient secret lay hidden in that cry?
What tales of the past whispered nearby?
As the orphanage drew closer in our sight,
I couldn’t shake off the feeling of ancient fright.

The baby elephant’s heartbreaking plea,
A window to a world we couldn’t see,
In its mournful call, a story untold,
Of ancient whispers, of mysteries bold.

As we reached the orphanage, the cry subsided,
But the fear in my heart, it still presided,
An ancient secret, hovering in the air,
Unraveling slowly, with a weight hard to bear.

In the eyes of the baby elephant, a depth,
A connection to a time where secrets crept,
Through the wilderness, where ancient spirits dwell,
I felt the ancient secret, a tale to tell.