The Horse
Pounding, coming closer.
What is this sound?
A cloud of dust rises.
The horse comes flying by,
Hooves hitting the ground with force,
Carrying this animal out into the rolling fields.
Its long silky mane is flowing,
Big eyes sparkling in the sun.
And I watch this beautiful creature,
Running into the horizon.
And I want to experience the same,
That wonderful sense of freedom.
So I begin to run into the ocean of green,
And let the light swallow me.
