**Horses, Whispers, Moonlight, Wheatgrass & You**

In moonlight’s tender silver embrace,
A horse stands still, his spirit at grace.
His breath,
a whisper through the night,
Echoes soft,
in the pale moonlight.

Among the wheatgrass,
tall and free,
Nature's song,
in rustling plea.
Gentle murmurs of the breeze,
A symphony among the trees.

And you,
a figure in this play,
Your presence lights the darkest way.
Together,
beneath the vast night's hue,

Horses, whispers, moonlight, wheatgrass,
and you.

jre