A powerful trot, full of pride and splendorHides a sleekness in step.The whole body moves in a single motionToo swift and majestic for its size.Acknowledging a strength almost unmatched in proportion,The beauty is as graceful as its shadowy coat is surprisingly soft. Easing its wayIn a rhythmic walk,It is a wave in the ocean, moves like the surf.In moments of glamour, the tail trails like the water chasing the sand From the ocean.Its mane a second wave fading into the first, only to start over again and again and again. In its eyes areA fire, burning so bright as a sunrise but only for a moment at a time.Its will a branded steel,Never to bear a mark taking its freedom from the world.Forever one stride, never losing The comforting sway. Any other is a ghost of that graceA perfect moment, a precious wild natureColoring its soul a deep scarlet, following its gaze to the horizon from the pasture.No one will never know this as I do now, seeing this gorgeous creature Shift its feet forward, dipping its head for a second before returning to full height.Poetry in motion.