Painted Horses
I am in love with horses,so I think this will fit quite well for me.
You gaze out at the setting sun,
Look over the rolling hills and hear the eagle cry.
What do you expect to see?
Trees?
Birds?
Horses?
All of the above, for what I see is more beautiful than mother earth herself.
I see, a horse, with colors bold and true, as if captured by the moon.
Gaea seemed to have tamed this beast, she was both graceful and strong,
The muscles rippled through her body like flashfire when she ran,
And the longer you looked at this magnificent creature,
The more you fell in love with it.
You gaze out at the setting sun,
Look over the rolling hills,
And hear the paints lonesome cry.
Look over the rolling hills and hear the eagle cry.
What do you expect to see?
Trees?
Birds?
Horses?
All of the above, for what I see is more beautiful than mother earth herself.
I see, a horse, with colors bold and true, as if captured by the moon.
Gaea seemed to have tamed this beast, she was both graceful and strong,
The muscles rippled through her body like flashfire when she ran,
And the longer you looked at this magnificent creature,
The more you fell in love with it.
You gaze out at the setting sun,
Look over the rolling hills,
And hear the paints lonesome cry.
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