Standing Strong

 Turning my,

Head,

Gives me,

A new view.

Being with,

Friends;

Is the,

Way I,

Am.

One,

Tiptoes,

Away.

We all, 

Tiptoe,

To a,

Run.

Staying,

With the

Herd. 

Over the,

Meadows.

To the,

Beach,

We go.  

Why;

Noone,

Knows.

The wind,

Moves,

Between,

My ears.

The sand,

Engulfs,

My hooves.

Then I,

See it.

The red,

The yellow,

And the,

Light.  

The rising

Sun,

Celebrates,

Our Day.