I Am


I sit upon the fields, stand high above the clouds
I hear the eagle's call, clear and loud
The snow sits atop me, the sage grows at my feet
Horse herds thunder around me, disbelieving in defeat
I am the mountain

My scent is in the summer air, both bitter and sweet
The only thing beneath me is the grass growing at my feet
The horse eyes me with hunger, the eagle with weary
As the sun sets behind the mountain, leaving the plain dark and dreary
I am the sage

The only one to reach the mountain's mighty face
I make my home in the canyons, I fly with solemn grace
I smell the growing sage as I scoop my meal from the river bed
The stallion leads his herd beneath me, neighing and tossing his head
I am the eagle

We thunder through the valley, leaving our mark
Spirit and freedom lie deep in our hearts
As the mountain towers above us and the sage tickles our legs
The eagle's piercing cry moves over freedom's edge
We are the horses

I give each of these characters, both living and still
The power to thrive and to do nature's will
For I am the horse, mountain, eagle, and sage
I give them each their part on the world's mighty stage
I am......

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