Life gallops down the hill-
Death on it's hide-
Buking a saddle-
The wind sweeping life's mane into figurines of mystical creatures-
The terrains change-
Icy and unmanageable-
Muddy and sinking-
Rocky and uneven-
Flowery and low impact-
Grassy and steady-
A flickering View Master-
Life learned to run-
A gate opens-
It's quiet-
The sun and moon glide in unison-
The air is peace-
Life strolls across a pasture
About the Creator
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Your evocative description of life's journey as a horse traveling over many terrains well conveys the spirit of life's grace and unpredictability.