Creation Poem by Rebecca Navarre

With a snort and stomping of
hooves, eye to eye they move.
In a gust of wind, down this
winding road and back again.
To where through the forest,
and the pines. A baby colt is
lying. Wild eyed and full of
life, he can't stand yet but,
he's trying. All that surrounds
him is new and shining. He can
feel his parents breath, and is
conscious of their sighing. A new
soul is brought to life. And the
deep feel of love, it's finding.