"Applejack: The Sun" A poem dedicated to Applejack. Sweet coat of honey, with warm amber bristle; Figure divine, angel's hammer and chisel. Spoiled eyes and envy, cast swift harsh dismissal; Venomous words cause their beauty to fizzle. Some call you simple, outlandish or uncouth; Can one be so blind, to not see honest truth? Faithful and strong, such an admirable youth; An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. Three scarlet apples, ripe and ready to reap; Mountains and valleys, some gentle some steep. Picked fruit of the tree, nourishment fills holes deep; Soft sweeping melody, will send me to sleep. Emerald lens, glistens softly in the light; Mirror of beauty, what a glorious sight. Its impossible, yet this moment feels right; How can the sun shine, through the thick dark of night? Thread of bright soft gold, soaking wet in the rain; Your pure burning soul, will warm me once again. The scent of straw, pervades from your tail and mane; Being one with nature, in bone, blood and vein. Pure stark white marks, upon your golden visage; Gazing upon you, inspires great courage. Six bright jewels, such a beauteous assemblage; Beacons alight, guide lost ships to their berthage. You the sun shining, keep the darkness hiding; Bearing good tidings, with five ponies riding. In me confiding, secrets speaking or writing; Memory abiding, beauty residing.
