`Hark and Behold

[~tranquil]

Hark; the rising sun
Breathes life
Into the earth.
The grass,
It shudders,
As mother earth
Begins to breathe.
Hark; morn is nigh.

And do the rays
Of the summer sun
Not touch his coat
In the most pleasant fashion?
The Creator smiles
As he grows strong;
Feasting upon green grasses,
Lapping at the clear blue pools.

Behold, the stallion is might,
Broad shoulders rise
From a deep heart-girth,
His pale cream coat
Shimmers with gold.
Muscles like the rolling plains
Fold under thick skin.
He is made in the essence
Of the Creator himself;
Mighty
Elegant
and Daft.

Let the morn rejoice
In his excellence,
Let him be kind and just,
And let the world
Turn a new page
In the book of days.