Rocking Horse

The Rocking Horse’s Dream 🎠✨

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In a quiet shop, so small and neat,
Sat a rocking horse, soft and sweet.
With velvet fur and eyes so bright,
It dreamed of riding through the night.

Beyond the glass, the city glowed,
With golden streets and lamps that showed
A world so fast, a life so grand,
Yet longing for a softer land.

"I wish to gallop, wild and free,
Beyond these walls and brick-bound streets!
To chase the wind where green hills be,
Where rivers dance and songbirds meet."

A child one day came skipping in,
With laughter bright and dimpled chin.
They hugged the horse, so snug, so tight,
And rocked together—left and right!

With every sway, the horse could see,
The city fading, dreamingly—
The roads turned soft, the lights took flight,
And stars awakened in the night.

Mountains tall and rivers wide,
A silver lake with swans inside.
A golden field where wild foals run,
Beneath the clouds, beneath the sun.

Though made of fluff, of wood, of thread,
It felt alive inside its head.
For every child, with heart so bold,
Gave it magic, dreams untold.

So rock away, both far and near,
And let your heart be free, sincere.
For every horse, both big and small,
Has dreams to share—if you just call.

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