Fly, Baby, Fly
I fondle your side and search into your eyes.
I hear your heartfelt cries.
The experience of the wild spirit that I see
and your longing to be free.
Yet, I promise you will find some felicity with me.
I know that some mere humans cannot see
that the things they call mad
are really not so bad.
Instead of breaking their liveliness,
we can give them happiness
With mere patience and skill,
we can find a thrill.
In not breaking the liveliness,
but harnessing it for both owner and horse's mere happiness.