White horses, see them gallop
Through the sea onto the shore.
See them pushing further,
‘Til they can reach no more.
Then turning tail and falling back.
They slow, and calm, and cease,
Then with a mighty burst of power,
They dash, disturbing peace.
I feel and smell the Energy
Abounding from these giants.
With eyes so wide at gust of wind,
Rushing to the shore in riot.
And so the cycle as in life,
Progresses on its way.
And I still hear those horses clear,
And with them still I sway.