Wild Horses

They come from behind the rock

Together they run

Passing the dock

Like little children having fun

Freedom is their identity

Passions in their souls

Filled with liberty

To teach their fouls

They gallop fast

Floating from the ground

To their place they dash

Nothing holding them down

Horses are a mystery

They are hard to figure out

Like love and chemistry

For this I have no doubt

They are mighty as they can be

Wonderful creatures they are

All they want to be is free

And run out very far

They are my inspiration

They are part of my identity

This is God's formation

They are my serenity