By Mac Guerreiro

She remembers all,

Even what she’s never seen,

Passed from generations of Mothers before,

Pathways to walk,

The brushes they graze,

She knows all the ways,

Such incredible beasts,

Treated so poorly,

By humans whom don’t understand,

Men whom don’t take care of their own,

How could they know,

The depth of an elephant’s heart,

Most humans wouldn’t even know where to start.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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