You can hear the hooves clapping,
seeping into the grass strands
that leave a beautiful trail of wonder,
every little ounce goes into each hoove of braveness.
The wind in its mane,
flying ever so gracefully to each stride,
every little strand being blown in the crisp air.
Its powerful body riding under the night sky
with every step dancing with the music
that only the magical creature can hear.
Its fearless eyes
seeking greatness ahead with each head push,
Its ears hear the glisten of every star above.
It is so powerful in every way,
every way it pushes itself,
the ways it will stand up not afraid
Is the reason a horse is so perfectly peaceful.