High on a mountain top far above the sea
Runs a proud stallion, wanting to be free,
Swiftly as wind, to meadows he descends
Scurrying animals away as if to defend...
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Running free was his utmost delight
Until a young mare came into his sight,
With golden mane glowing in sunlight
Tail held high, not afraid of his flight...
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Slowing him to a stand still, did she
In this lovely green meadow, as he,
Roaming in circles, prancing with glee
Is no longer wanting to run free...
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If on a mountain top, you should see
A young colt wildly running free,
You will know at a glance, that he
Shall someday no longer run free...
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Love in animals is what it should be
Normal instincts given by Thee
It is all part of The Creator's Plan
In recreating life on earth's land...
