The Horses of the Sun

From the silver steed, the black, the bay
To the golden and the dun
These are the living colours
Among the Horses of the Sun

From the whisper of the autumn wind
To the laughter and the fun
These are the breathing forces
Among the Horses of the Sun

From the first dim light of morning
To the setting of the sun
We speak the peaceful language
Among the Horses of the Sun

From the spirit of the movement
To the tasks not yet begun
Our lives and souls belong
Among the Horses of the Sun
Sonja
Koch