Forgotten

His soul is trapped,
Imprisoned in a cage of glass,
Illuminated by the faintest glow of sunlight,
Gathering dust on the highest of my shelves.

He once adventured,
Through many lavish forests,
Then through arid deserts,
Guided by my thoughts.

But as I grew,
The less I saw of the ivory tusks,
And the less I saw of the oversized ears,
And the less imaginative I became.

No longer,
does he walk as tall as the trees.
No longer,
does he create an impact in my mind.

He is forever forgotten amongst my belongings.