Wild

The wild horses gallop across the plains, With the wind blowing in their tails and manes, They know that their goal is the watering hole, Not too far away, Once they arrive long will not be their stay. The horses' beauty if magnificent, When you look at them you feel so insignificant. Many types and patterns on display, Roans, dapples, grays, pintos, and bays, God's wonderful designs make anyone's day. Chestnuts, sorrels, palominos, and creams, So many colors, more than your dreams. Graceful and sure are they as they fly across the land, Keeping together in a glorious band. Awesome and powerful are these creatures, God's own designs, As I behold them with these eyes of mine.