All the universe was silent, listening;
and then the great black stallion
raised his voice and sang.
The song he sang was this:
My horses, prancing they are coming.
My horses, neighing they are coming;
Prancing. they are coming.
All over the universe they come.
They will dance;
may you behold them.
A horse nation, they will dance.
May you behold them.
His voice was not loud,
but it went all over the universe and filled it.
There was nothing that did not hear,
and it was more beautiful than anything can be.
It was so beautiful that nothing anywhere
could keep from dancing.
The leaves on the trees,
the grasses on the hills and in the valleys,
the water in the creeks and in the rivers and the lakes,
the four-legged and the two-legged
and the wings of the air--
all danced together to the music of the stallion's song.
- Black Elk