Ponies are my hero.
As for complaints, I have zero.

Their manes wave gloriously,
as if waving hello to me.

Their coats, every so shiny,
any more brightness, and it would blind me.

Their hooves knock on nature`s floor,
and are granted access to explore.

If you are lucky as myself and spot such creature,
ask for a ride, much more fun than a movie feature.

The wind seems only to ride along,
and birds sing a merry song.

The leaves flutter hello-waves among their branches.
It seems criminal by now to place ponies in ranches.

Nothing seems wrong, and life is swell.
Just then, the forest is disturbed by the dinner bell.

A mighty feast satifies all,
and the ponies, tired, retire to their respective stall.

Bronies and ponies, forever a team!
But, you wake up! It was only a dream.