The Unicorn

...And there it was,  
Majestic, pure, and righteous,  
A unicorn, slender, and strong,  
With a spiraling, pale blue, horn, pointed and long,  
With white hair, and golden hooves,  
Under golden, dappled sunlight of leafy roofs,  
With a thick, wavy, flowing, mane of blue hair.  
With steps so graceful, it seemed almost to walk on air.  
It seemed almost unreal,  
It stopped to look off into the distance, before it's next step final,  
It slowly blinked its long, thick, eyelashes,  
Taking in one last look of the scenery, so precious,  
As its mane and tail, were blown by a gentle breeze.  
Each breath, being kisses  
To the wind,  
Filling me with a feeling of calm, innocent, bliss, majestic wonder, and of life, determined.  
My foot cruched a prematurely fallen leaf,  
And for a moment brief,  
It looked at me with changing, rainbow, galaxy, eyes,  
With a look seeming to apologize,  
A look of reluctant leaving,  
Already planned, regardless of my crunching.  
...And off from the forest clearing meadow, it ran,
To never again be seen in my lifespan,  
Its hooves making not a sound,  
On the forest ground.