To a pony, a volcano is a massive fire cauldron.
To me, it’s just a hot tub.
To a pony, a ruby is a priceless, crimson gem.
To me, it’s just a snack.
To a pony, fire is destructive and intractable.
To me, it’s just a breath.
To a pony, friends enrich the currency of our lives.
But to me, they give it beauty.