Freedom

      When you're on a ranch miles and mile long, with horses roaming about in the open range...in a way, it's like Freedom. The beauty that surrounds you. The strength of the horses's, as they run, buck, kick up their heels, play with oneanother and showoff their performances. They have this energy that never seems to end...this freedom that lasts for a lifetime. As you stand there by the fence seperating you and them; you think of nothing else but the compelling erge to join them. Freedom. The wind blows across your face. The tall grass sways back and forth, grinding together; composing a symphony. The horses running through it, making up the notes. Freedom. It's like a dream you never want to wake up from, you feel like an angel,  flying through this never ending meadow. You close your eyes, stretch out your arms, and just...fly away. Trying to soak it all in, before you have to go back. It reminds me of heaven. The never ending streets, the rich trees that bear fruit. The flowing streams filled with the richest waters.The beauty, the strength, the wakening. Freedom. The name itself speaks volumes. Words I can not describe. Whisper it to yourself, and let it paint a picture in your mind...Freedom.