Wild horses

A herd of horses running wild and free,
in fluid motion through the swaying grass,
moves with the world around in harmony.

It doesn't matter who is first or last,
they're all connected as they run as one,
in fluid motion through the swaying grass.

Through every weather be it rain or sun,
they are at peace with everything around;
they're all connected as they run as one.

Their hooves, they hit the earth in rhythmic sound.
Not one of them stands out in pride because,
they are at peace with everything around.

The herd runs free and wild showing no flaws,
with every horse assuming its small role.
Not one of them stands out in pride because,

each single one is part of the large whole.
A herd of horses running wild and free,
with every horse assuming its small role,
moves with the world around in harmony.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 429 AF.