The sunlight fills the cloudless sky
Chasing away the cool night
My hands are cupped together
Holding the a tiny ember of light
The air around me holds a warmth
That soon will turn to oppressive heat
The jewel, like spark, I hold in my hand
Seems to pulse as my heart beats
The sun is reflected in the dew
Sparkling in the morning sun
I hold this molten jewel to my face
A feeling wells up in me: Run!
The clouds are racing in a blue sky
The grass is rippling in the breeze
With a bound, I am sprinting away
I run past the hills and through the trees
The plains seem to stretch on and on
Just blue sky and emerald, green fields
I search for the majestic stallion
I feel the ember and the power that it wields
The sunlight fills the beautiful, azure sky
Heat shimmers dance; rising from the land
I begin to feel a change, a tingling
In my vanes, from the ember in my hand
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