This is the poem that started the series. Written for a contest on
harmony, I was inspired by Lady Tarah's realm. Don't forget to vote!


Wild horses
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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 7th of Valnuary, in the year 437 AF.