A box in the back yard, Covered in cloth. Hidden inside looking hard, Blue eyes so soft.
Crawling out onto the grass, Galloping through the field. Free at last, A horse need not yield.
Hidden deep in the woods, Silently creep, As quiet as I could, A deer never sleeps.
A young child dreams, Lost in a deep trance. Reality is only what it seems, At a child’s first glance.