By: Bella Neff

A winding dirt trail is where it began

through the vast vegetation and the cheering, colorful birds

the dark green Forest on either side of me

highlighting the path I longed to take

as I mounted my metal horse and aquired my armor

the soft breeze ushered me to begin

the low grunt of the steel horse as it began to move echoed through the desolate Forest

faster, faster I glided through the sky as if I was as light as a feather

The crunch of leaves and fallen bark showed me how deep in the Forest I was

the calm, serene clouds followed after me like children wanting a ride

the first time I felt the utter exhilaration of being free, in the moment

mounted on my steel horse was the same everytime after

bumping along a winding dirt trail