Dawn

Dawn trotted to the border of this wonder ful land. She pawed the soft ground with her solid daggers. Her nares picked up a horse scent...a stallion's. She lifted her heas to the clear sky and whinnied loudly to the Lead Stallion:
"Please M'lord, may I join this herd?"
Her beautiful voice echoed to the center of the lands. The trees swayed in the strong wind. It whispered in her ears. Silence overcame her. Nothing was heard except her own breathing. Her long mane flowed on the side of her arched arabian neck. The wind blew it up the side of her face. It felt as if she had been reborn, flying with the eagles. Warmness soon comeforted every bone in her lean body. She paitently waited for the lord to answer.