Perfect symphony

They were made of fire and flame,
His eyes are like embers glowing.
He is pure air and fire,
and the dull elements of earth and water,
never appear in him.
But only in patient stillness,
while his rider mounts him.
We see and inner life,
As filled with thoughts and emotions as our own.

He possesses beauty,
with out vanity.
Strength,
with out insolence.
Courage,
with out ferocity.
They give us,
the wings we lack.

Take up the reins of life.
We have the power in our hands.
His hooves pound the beat.
Our hearts sing the song.

Horse and rider,
a perfect symphony.