Spirit of the Wind

The Unicorn is wrongly named
A description will tell why.
Silver hooves upon the ground
Wing tips brush the sky.

The sight of his eyes
Is quite unusual and rare.
They give off the feelings
Of warmth, love, and care.

The mane is melted gold
A flame against the blue
Matched only by his tail
Which is the same fiery hue.

The horn is the most
Mystical of all
Rainbow it is colored
Magic is its call.

Gentle is his nature
Never has he sinned.
As everyone can see
He's the Spirit of the Wind.

Amy Owen 1992

~*~ My name is Krystle and I live in Nevada. I am a college student here, studying in medicine to hopefully become a pediatrician. I live with my family-- mom, dad, 3 sisters, and one brother. I am the oldest.. which doesn't make the job any easier. As you can tell, I love the mythical and fantasy worlds, but I also enjoy taking advantage of everything life has to offer! I hope you enjoy these pages as much as I have enjoyed making them. Thank you! ~*~

Midi "Unicorn" is used with permission.

Copyright © 2002 Geoff Anderson