the deepest of the wood,
where the clear waterfalls flow...
are the mystical creatures,
who graze in the meadow.
And their gaze is of beauty,
Mane as white as snow.
Yet should you make yourself known to them..
Away through the forest they should go.
Their gallop, the breath of wind itself,
as their mane flows with breeze..
And again, they emerge from the misty clouds..,
Could there ever be creature as beautiful as these?