Where do horses go when they die????

Its a starry bright, that longs for night
that flies by her wings, to look for you
its star light, stands where we see Beauty
from the earth to the sea
she lies and waits for the sun to appear
far yet so near ...

The sun peaks over the land,
a smile knowing she is in God's hands
her flying is amazing as she flies so high
she's with Him, we sigh with relief
as we know she is happy one last time ...

We look upon this land and wonder why
God gave us this beautiful gift as our Beauty dies
she pounders on land to fly to the stars
when our emotions soar, with desire deeply
to be withheld, as her crown is like a gentle dove ...

Her perfection is and always will be
our Beauty our love, our gift from God that made us sigh
and cry, with happy tears, of understanding
of love that knew no bounds ...

Thank you Beauty for gracing our lives
making us laugh, with each little nigh
I thank our Lord on high for giving us
our perfect little Beauty for a season
and now and then rub us with her nose
while we cry ....*

Debbie Brooks 2014