Konik Horses

The horses grazed, a herd of family, friends,

There in the grassy meadow graced with flowers.

The sunset sky stretched oe’r the riverbend

Where one could stay--if not forever--hours.

But time flies faster than the horses run

And is more fluid than the river flow

Each moment, there and gone, burns like the sun;

It burns as quickly as a matchstick, though.

But let’s think of the horses once again,

The horses and the flowers, both so wild

By rocky shores of sweeping riverbend

Where river flows, so beautiful and mild

The wild things have the freedom just to be;

What if we let ourselves be just as free?