Tender, silhouette, velvetblue, cotton clouds, stumbling Sun, the morning bells have rung, a symphony of voices from the park, a gathering of spirits, come to dance around the fire, your dreams wildest desire, the courage of chancing it all, who know what next will transpire, around the fire, spirits dance to a beating rhythm, galloping to to the sound of whipping, snapping leather, horses march in protest of a free life, gathering of supernatural, a divine power of nature, a mystic light blinds the grunting white stallions, I father my battalion of spirits, we retreat, back to the forest.