Dafaddah's Box of Chocolates

by Dafaddah

The Herd

The following was in response – and gratitude to – Chatoyance in her final blog post to FIMfiction.

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Hello Chat,
Here's a gift in return. I hope it will bring you a smile whenever you need one.
Your friend Dafaddah.

The Herd

I remember the sweet song we sang,
The hope in the heart become music and voice and dance,
And though the rains came,
Dark and roiling to hide the sun and the moon,
Even then,
The sun and the moon were always there,
For they can never be taken away.
So let's smile and sing even as the heavens rage,
And dance in the puddles,
For we are and we choose to be the children of the sun and the moon.
The thunderheads can rage in vain and cast their shadows thinking they are real,
They do not understand that which we know to be Truth:

kindness, loyalty, generosity, honesty, laughter and magic,
and the sweet taste of harmony that can only exist in the we,
The I and the others, the gentle foals, the chorus, the symphony, the Herd.