Free

He gallops on the grass. His breath becomes louder but he never stops. He one of the few who can tell what the wind says. He has one duty, and one duty only. To watch over the field, he is the guardian. As he gallops the earth shakes, when he shakes his mane a guest wind appears. If he should defend anyone he is more frighting then fire himself. But he is also very calm, like a little stream in the woods. Just flowing into the river, which floats into the ocean. He is strong. He has no rider and no fence. He takes care of himself. Others before him, that's how it always been. He is free.