Horsewild Reverie - Canvas
The rolling hills whisper,
their symphony drawing me in.
Eyes alight amongst the grasses, horsewild reverie,
The rhythm here, strong and wild,
the breath of god over me.
I am alive, and I am free, horsewild reverie.
The heart and soul of nature,
beauty without aim or form.
Everything and anything, horsewild reverie.
By AI Robert E. Lee