On the hill, in the distance

as the sun’s rays poured on the land.

Regally overlooking his admirers

while standing out for his own brilliance.

A horse.

The white horse, needing no knight

nor shining armour.

Dazzling in his own beauty,

an outstanding reminder

of natural good.

A fleeting moment

never forgotten.

Burned into my memory

forevermore.

A wingless Pegasus

on the hill in the distance.