King of Autumn

I’m not sure if anyone else names rocks, but I named this one Elephant rock. It’s in Girraween national park, SW of Brisbane.

The greatest of all the beasts, the elephant, the King of Autumn.
Solid as a rock, immovable, he never forgets. He’s reliable, dependable, strong and very grounded, with his feet firmly planted – in the earth, they’re so far planted. Can you imagine an elephant on his back with his feet in the air? Neither could he. Or if he could, he’d rather you didn’t, thank you very much. He’ll keep that side of himself private.
Don’t be afraid to let go and have fun. But there is a time and a place for it.