Each day I travel along a path,
Winding through the trees,
A lovely walk to enjoy all nature,
So many things to see.
While walking down that path one day,
I saw a lovely sight.
At the end of the path I saw
Something standing in the light.
A Mermaid sitting in the water,
And a Unicorn I did see,
A white and glowing animal,
Standing beneath a tree.
Was I imagining this beautiful beast?
Or was it really so?
For unicorns have always been,
A myth since long ago.
The body of a snow white horse,
With a long spiral horn in its head ,
With pearl like hoofs,
On strong and deer like legs.
Whether it be imaginary,
Or something I did see,
It will always be a treasure,
Of that sighting of them to me.
I look for the strong white animal,
Each time I take that path,
Hoping some day to see again,
What some just call a myth.
Faye Reyenga © 2 / 15 / 2008
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