Unicorn Glade
         In a forest green and cool,
         Beside a molten silver pool,
         I found the strangest sight
         That ever was seen in the world bright.

         I saw a mare with white fur,
         Her tail a cataract of silver,
         Her mane a fall of fluid light,
         Her eyes, pools of wise night.

         But the thing that was a surprise,
         That made me open my eyes wide,
         Was the glimmering golden horn
         That sprang from her forehead, fantasy born.

         Beside the unicorn capered a colt
         Who couldn't have been an hour old.
         His eyes, as green as grass,
         Contrasted with his coat like glass.
         Gold of horn and gold of hoof,
         He didn't hold himself aloof,
         But frolicked in that innocent way
         All youngsters have when they play.

         Silver mane and silver tail
         Flowed as he danced in the dale.
         Kicking up his heels, a joy to see,
         He came face to face with me.

         Hooves splayed wide apart,
         The joy of springtime in his heart,
         He came trotting through the dell.
         His hoofbeats were silver bells.

         And he let me touch his horn,
         Bright as fantasy and yellow as corn.
         I regarded him with awe, as I thought best.
         He gave a low whicker, and I knew I was blessed.

         Than he was gone, whinnying loud.
         His mane slipped away like a cloud.
         When I looked after them, they were gone,
         And I just had to write their song.