It stood there as if in a daze
It could charm within a single gaze
It could fly and it could run
But it would not move without sun.

It would shuffle it's silky mane
With the help from the rain
It would gleam like a sun's ray
at the end of a hot summer day.

It would walk with lots of grace
Or run to a completely different place
To a place were it would not be found
A place where it would be safe and sound.

Could be common, could be rare
It does not matter, do not care
With it's long golden horn
It could only be a unicorn!

By Cindy