Rainbow Equus

In the heart of the city, where steel and glass reign, A horse of colors stands, a beacon of change. Its mane a cascade of hues, a symphony of light, A silent cry for unity in the midst of night. Each stripe a story, each color a soul, A tapestry woven by the hands of the whole. Its hooves, painted in dreams, step upon the ground, A reminder that beauty can be found. The horse, a symbol of freedom and grace, Now adorned in a rainbow's embrace. It whispers to the weary traveler, That in diversity lies the world's true power. Its eyes, a mirror of the sky, Reflect the hopes of those who fly. A talisman of hope, a guide to the heart, A reminder that we are all part of the art. In its vibrant form, we see ourselves, A reflection of our dreams and our shelves. For in the rainbow, we find our truth, A world where every color has its worth.