Hearing the lashing tail
as it waves snow away,
coldness never seems to fail.
Although the snow seems to fray
as Summer begins to unveil.
The ground begins to harden
as the nights of June pass,
Each day I wish would pardon,
Freedom reigns atop a beast,
Oh, how I want to feel free alas.
Four hooves beating the ground like a drum,
This great beast has a lot of freedom,
roaming all throughout the plains.
There is no mentality to be flighty
since what I want is quite mighty.
That mystical, magical, mighty beast.