The young girl emerged from the trees
At the edge of the golden field
Undulating waves of grass
Whispering,
Calling her name.

She galloped into the wither-high grass,
Pale mane and tail flowing.
Wild and free she raced,
Nostrils gulping the summer scented air,
Muscles sliding smoothly
Under the shining champagne hide.

She did not know
Of the bridle waiting for her
So soon, so soon…
As her hot blood surged under that azure sky.