The unicorn runs free as the wind
Where you say...Well look
You see it is but a white mare
But look again for you are wrong!
The horn protruding from the middle of her forehead
Where her whispy white bangs fall,
in front of her black eyes leading the way into her heart
Look at how she steps, for when she does,
the ground beneath shows no sign of her presence
This magnificent glow about her
She knows you are there, but do not fear
She will do you no harm
As long as you let her roam free, as the wind
