the medow where nothing matters.

All covered in flowers.

A horse here and another one there.

Peacefull tranquill.

All so quiet.

Wonderful.

I get on up to see a a horse.

It wind in it mane as it runs over to me.

I pet his soft white head.

He neigh so quietly.

I feed him a carrot in my hand.

He chews so softly.

I look at his mane not so finly brush.

I grab the brush and start at his mane.

Seeing how he adapts to me.

Then realizing why can't people just be like horses.

Not having special groups just living with what they have.

The horse taught me a lesson to accept all for who they are and live with what you have.

Then you will be great until the end.

I still see his face even today.

Telling me that he was content and ok.