The gentle power of their beauty is more than majestic,
Not less than perfection.
The shinny coat of many colours,
Is like the canyon they run through.
Each one has their own pattern of distinctiveness,
Reflective of their individual personalities.
The freedom I feel while watching them,
Is overwhelming and I can’t help but wish
I was one too.
As wild as they appear, they are aware of me
And seem to be kicking up their heels to impress me,
But they already impressed me,
So very long ago.
Soon, they sense my sadness that I can’t join them
And one breaks from the rest and comes toward me
Almost as if to say good-bye.
We look each other in the eye.
He nodes and shakes his kingly head
And like a flash of lightening,
He’s gone, leading the others off
In a fast race to find the sunset.
I’m left to wonder what God was thinking
When he created these beautiful creatures?
In my arrogance, I’d like to think
He knew just how much I needed them.
Thank You God for Beautiful Creatures
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