Under a sky of steel, storm clouds roll in
The ponies graze on abundant moorland
The horizon darkens, shadows stretch and grow
But the ponies continue to graze, their innocence aglow
A wind starts to whisper, carrying a song
Of distance lightning and thunder rumbles
But the ponies, calm and peaceful, with coats like morning dew
Pay the sky no heed and ignore the tempest breaking through
As the storm clouds continue to cast their shadows
The ponies, in their quiet grace, just graze
It’s a picture of timeless wonder, under a changing sky
Reminding us of the beauty around when we open our eyes
So, let the storm clouds gather and grow
The ponies grazing gently teaches us
That amidst life’s many tempests there’s calm within a fray
It’s a quiet strength that guides us all, come what may.
Yes come what may.