On a tuft of billowy clouds,

a tired horse stands.

Standing tall on it’s graceful limbs,

with roots as it’s brands.

Out of the roots grow great trees,

of a beautiful blue and silver.

They blend so well together,

it almost makes you quiver.

The horse itself is pink and blue,

in a land so far and wide.

Lucky for him he has the trees

to keep him cool from his ride.

Miles away he could have wandered

from his galloping herd.

For a horse to be standing all alone,

my isn’t that absurd.