Where the Horses Began

The horses are where they began
Set free
The stables are yet to be fashioned
And the never ending pastures are green.

The apple trees are waiting
To give of their bounty
With a sweetness so subtle.

For nature is such an earthly haven refuge
And all the horses are running
Through the land
Blessings in each gallop
Untouched by the changes of man.

Wild they be
Open to the cosmic rhapsody
Just to be who they are
Undone to the plains of stars
Naturally dancing one with
The passages of time
Faithfully found in the becoming.

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What inspired me to write my poem "Where the Horses Began" was my love for horses. The natural world is precious and unique because of the vibrations for the will to feel. When you let your emotions become one with your heart you can remember a world untouched b ty man.