She sits upon a carpet of grass, Beneath a canopy of leaves. In the dark of night, She hears things take flight. Even by the light of the moon, Life can begin anew. Once upon her steed in the night. His dark coat shining bright. She feels the wind upon her face. As she asks him to speed up the pace. She wishes to run free. To be as he can be. To run wild, With the cares of a child.