The power of a horse is fleeting,
I even got a headbutt recently.
Before you know it, you’re standing there, lights out for ten seconds.
It comes, it goes.
The effect often lingers a little longer.
Spring blooms, summer glows,
autumn lets go, and winter grows still.
The gallop of the horse seems to slowly fade,
its energy flowing into something intangible.
Like the rhythm of nature.
Nothing lasts forever.
