They stand in absolute silence beneath the falling flakes of white,
In the bitter cold and the blinding snow at 0 Fahrenheit.
Their matted tails and tangled manes look accustom this time of year,
And in their eyes you don't see the slightest bit of fear.
Instead you see a bit of Gods hand in the creation of this companion for man.
And you realize the horse is a special thing, made by the Father, the Heavenly King.
-Em