Mustang

Inside me there is a strong black mustang flinging its self
Through the wind, galloping with soft silver wings.
Jumps, galloping, and pounding gold hoofs trotting through
Ripe apple orchards, racing through fields of ocean
Blue tulips and drinking from ice cold streams,
Fighting against hungry animals with teeth as sharp as knives
And pointy stinging rose thorns.

The beautiful mustangs are together like a hot spark rising from a pink, purple, blue, and
Orange sunset, floating above the pink fluffy clouds.