The Unicorn Stallion

He wanders through the forest green,
so mysterious he's scarcely ever seen.
He finds the mares of beauty profound.
He gallops on and on, never touching the ground.
His mane is made of magic and light,
his coat of a lovely, pure white.
The birds do sing in his presence, the foxes flee in shame,
the animals all do wonder, "Is he possible to tame?"
Where ever he may wander, where ever he may roam,
this forest we may soon cut down, will always be his home.

Molly Murphy