A colorful lady

In a quiet pasture touched by morning dew, a colorful mare danced. Her coat shimmered with galaxies, featuring chocolate swirls that faded into twilight blues, like dusk painted on silk. Birds sang as she pranced, her long tail flowing like a comet’s trail. Other horses watched curiously, but none dared disturb her graceful presence. She wasn’t just any mare; she was the wish carried on dandelion winds, the dream racing through starry fields. Every morning, a girl peeked over the fence, her heart glowing. “My lucky star,” she whispered. The mare, sensing the love, nickered gently, as if to say, I wished for you too.