So the elephant went to the river that

flowed to the sea. Surely it would know him

and greet him by sight.

But the river has seen everything under the sun.

Nothing is new, nothing is old, nothing dies,

and nothing is born. It goes round and round

and the elephant's tears were nothing to it.

The river swallowed his tears and ran onwards, quicker.

The elephant's tears reminded it of the sea

and grew sick for its home.