The Earth sings when she trots on it
I fly like a hawk when I ride her
Her hoofs are more musical than a harp played by angels
She takes me away from all of my fears, and
Into the sunset or a open field
Together we race the wind
We face new speeds every second
Her mane is there to wipe away all of my tears
She takes me to happiness and away from enemies
The gentile swish of her tail
Is the most calming sight
The horse is a mighty and gentile creature
So carefully sculpted and crafted
A subtle gift from nature
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