For One to Hear

Futility! My trunk it reaches for a stick
My elephant feet still do not hit the bottom
My trumpet sounds aloud for none to hear
It is a muddy grave for me I fear, my dear
My eyes speak as if to tell a story
The only audience is one small black ant
My trumpet sounds aloud for one to hear
Though it's still a muddy grave for me, I fear, my dear.
There is solace in the certainty of ending
Acceptance is the key to sweet release
My trumpet is silent now, so none will hear
It is a muddy grave for me, I fear, my dear.