The horse is beautiful as it gallops freely through the wind. Dashing through rivers and waves, feet pounding one after the other in a rhythmic beat. Galloping through softly packed snow, kicking it up as he runs with no cares. The only thing on his mind is freedom as he runs. He passes trees and grass, forests and plains.
People stop to watch as the beautiful white stallion proceeds fastly onward.
He runs until he can run no more and stops for a drink of cool, crystal clear water to quench his thirst. He knows he has reached his final destination, home. He whinnies loudly as his long lost herd calls to him. He is home and free at last. No more bars to hold him in.