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Stella Luna the Horse

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My Jewel Stella Luna the Horse

Life is a wild horse in the wilderness, fierce and free,

Unbridled by mercy, untamed as the sea.

Ms. Piano rides Stella Luna, her favorite steed,

From the first rays of sun, chasing wilderness with speed.

No map in, no clear-cut track,

Just instinct and freedom, never looking back.

Her brown coat gleams with beauty, awaiting the master’s stride,

Eyes like fire, hooves like thunder in flight.

Many are drawn to Stella, humbled in pride,

But only the brave, who dare, truly ride.

She takes them around Windyhill, down, then up again,

Proving her skill with every turn, thrill, and strain.

She knows Ms. Piano’s words, always welcome, never say “neigh,”

To guests, she offers humble rides; to the respectful, she’ll stay.

Each year she gallops through trials anew,

With storms to weather and mountains in view.

She earns for her master, rearing lessons to teach,

Some within Windyhill’s bounds, others just out of reach.

The fittest survive through the jarring dance,

A reminder to stay humble, to give life a chance.

Their courage is carved by pain and song,

For only the strong in spirit belong.

The wilderness watches with silent decree,

Separating dreamers from those who flee.

For life won’t wait, nor gently glide,

It demands that you ride, or be cast aside.

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