Beth Hughes

The woman with warriors connect and entwined
The horse flying high, majestic and free.
The human and animal in-tune their two souls in the blue skies
And then she lets out a cry.
Oh, the fear of the woe and what will be
But wait. She protected and * 
Secure in her dream
In her veins there flows kindness and nurture 
to be for the one who is the tiny seed
Her soul alights with life in the song
Oh, what words have now begun.
They pierce her heart in a loving way,
The life giver and soother of woe
What will be, you will see in me.