Across the great broad hinterland of China sits a green leathery elephant back, with turreted wall’s watchtowers yielding a view, valley-wide,
Here sat the ancient command post’s garrison, keeping guard over valley’s boundaries, spying for invading army hordes, lighting a signal post to sound the alarm.
Till today, it sits, and waits, ancient, green, fertile, silent the valley of the elephant, crowns the sky with it’s leathery elephantine wisdom.