Unicorn

In fields of gold and meadows green,

A creature rare and wondrous seen,

With mane of rainbow hues aglow,

And horn that gleams with magic's flow.

The unicorn, a noble steed,

With power in every galloping lead,

Its eyes of starlight, bright and clear,

A sight to behold, so dear.

In forests deep and ancient glades,

It roams free, a world unchained,

A symbol of hope and purity,

A legend, a dream, a rarity.

So let us cherish this creature fair,

And keep its memory always there,

For in its grace and beauty true,

We find a glimpse of magic too.