Unicorns
The unicorn with the long white horn.
Is beautiful and wild.
He gallops across the forest green.
So quickly that he is seldom seen.
Where peacocks there blue feathers preen.
And strawberries grow wild.
He flees the hunter and the hounds,
upon black earth his white hoof pounds,
over cold mountain streams he bounds
and comes to a meadow wild;
there when he kneels to take a nap,
he lays his head in a lady's lap
As gently as a child
Author:William J. Smith
"Unicorns don't care if you believe in them anymore than you care if they believe in you."
"It's up to you if you enter their woods -- and up to them if you leave."