(There's a horse on a field...)

There’s a horse on a field,

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune,

There's a horse on a field grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song,

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado.

There's a horse on a field grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft serenity,

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft serenity, this black mare stares upwards

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft serenity, this black mare stares upwards towards a blue purple red sky.

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft serenity, this black mare stares upwards towards a blue purple red sky. She asks not why or what,

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft serenity, this black mare stares upwards towards a blue purple red sky. She asks not why or what, but is simply aware of the

There's a horse on a field, grazing upon grass as the wind plays its favorite tune, a mountain song, trickling down upon the eastern flat plains of Colorado. Her head hung low in soft serenity, this black mare stares upwards towards a blue purple red sky. She asks not why or what, but is simply aware of the natural.

Enjoying her meal,

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field,

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence,

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end,

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return.

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return. The sky turns a dark blue.

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return. The sky turns a dark blue. A September shiver rattles her

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return. The sky turns a dark blue. A September shiver rattles her old craggy bones,

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return. The sky turns a dark blue. A September shiver rattles her old craggy bones, but the stable shelters her from

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return. The sky turns a dark blue. A September shiver rattles her old craggy bones, but the stable shelters her from further pain.

Enjoying her meal, this black mare alone on her favorite field, concealed by a white fence, one more day coming to an end, turns to her stable, ready to return. The sky turns a dark blue. A September shiver rattles her old craggy bones, but the stable shelters her from further pain. Time to rest,

And tomorrow all the same.