28/07/2026
How lovely is this 😊
The Song Between Wings and Hooves
The white horse stands beneath the open sky,
his breath touching the quiet earth,
his eyes carrying the memories
of endless rivers and ancient plains.
A little bird lands near him,
singing a song softer than the wind.
The horse whispers,
“Little one, you are blessed with wings.
You can travel beyond mountains,
beyond forests,
beyond the places my hooves have known.”
“I have walked many paths,” he says,
“through storms and golden mornings,
through seasons of silence and change.
But sometimes my heart dreams
of touching the clouds,
of seeing the world
from your place above.”
The little bird tilts its head
and answers with a gentle song:
“White horse, do not forget
the earth also needs your footsteps.
The rivers know your name.
The grass remembers your journey.
The land feels your strength.”
“You carry the spirit of the plains,
the courage of your ancestors,
the wisdom of every trail you have walked.
Not all who fly are free,
and not all who walk the earth
are bound.”
The horse lowers his head softly,
feeling the warmth of the morning sun.
He understands at last:
freedom is not only in the sky,
but also in the heart
that loves the path it was given.
So the little bird flies above,
and the white horse walks below,
two spirits beneath the same sky
one carried by wings,
one carried by the earth,
forever connected by the song of life.
🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn