Running In The Grass

Galloping, muscles, tendons
Single minded purpose
Breathing hard autonomy
Living in the moment
There is no future
No past
There is only me
Now

I am not going anywhere
My purpose is the fire of existence
My hooves are explosive
Against the ground
They beat the rhythm
There is a hoof beat
Back drop
There is a harmony in the grass

I slow to a tension reducing prance
I lift my legs high
To stretch my muscles
But I'm aware of the aesthetics
Of my power
And the grace of my presence
I walk in my strut
We are focus on harmony