In a vast plain where land was green and true
I see a black horse that’d stomp with its shoe
With a posture it walks, ‘my God how great’
It looks with strength into my eyes, straight
Separating us and other creatures is a lake
Why do I feel, a human, to a horse, as fake?
The birds, fish, reptiles, trees and the sky
Watching it walking as if it could also fly
The horse shouts loud then starts running
Birds and bees stop singing and humming
It runs towards the lake, where shall it go?
Can it swim? If not then what will it do so?
It gallops fast and strong, but this is wrong!
I cannot speak, all else listening to its song!
It steps on the water, floats atop
It keeps going, it can never stop
It steps on the leaves on the lake and walks
Its motion is strong and to my heart, it talks
The wind carries all of its body and hair
How can it run and into my eyes stare?
Slowly it drowned, our eyes still locked
How much time passed? Who clocked?
What perfection can walk so free,
When a lake-runner It can never be?
It slowly fades from our sights, perish
Did it want to die, did it want to vanish?
Heavy hearts in us, the trees drop leaves
Clouds don’t want to cry even if it relieves
The sun comes out bright and shines out
Why didn’t the horse go from another rout?
Mesmerizing view, were you bragging?
But when you died, you weren’t nagging
The horse carried its fate, with heart it died
Ask me who didn’t, don’t ask me who cried
Not a single tear was left in nature’s earth
This was not its death but its path of birth
Strength and might in what is not mine?
For those that walk this path are divine
Paradox, is all life, even in your last breath
For the more we live, we’re drawn to death
Earth is tiring, but even though it is so true
We’ll always remember the horse that flew
May 22nd, 2019