Stampedes of silk magnificence
Thunder through open meadows
Illustrious colors shine off their backs
As their hooves stomps freedom
They run free as they travel to Eden
Let instinct be their guide
Forever running.
Their grace can be heard every evening,
When insanity dies down
When Lights stop flickering
And the brilliance of a cool moon can shine through.
You can hear this freedom echo from foreign lands
As the wind blows warm tales of history
The trees sway perfect images of this freedom.
I dream of this stampede
Imagining grace running together.
A pack traveling towards the unknown searching for escape
Seeking for betterment
Endlessly running until escape finds them
A symbiotic group performing beautifying magic as they travel.
So close your eyes and open your mind
Let your ears pierce and your consciousness drift
Just be
Inhale the stampede
And let it roar
Let the stampede roar
Let the stampede roar
Let the stampede roar
Its freedom
