The horse was a beautiful black color
He was stunning
He was a proud stallion
Perfect and strong
He looked like black velvet

Sometimes he would run along the shore as fast as he could
His hooves almost lifting off the ground like flying
It was magic to watch

He was so perfect he almost didn’t look real
His coat gleamed against the sun
His favorite time to run was sundown
When the water glimmered like gold dust
As he ran, his mane flew behind him like wings galloping as fast as he could

As he ran people along the way stopped to admire him almost mesmerized by his beauty
They had never seen anything like him

He was special and unique
It was nature’s magic