Centaur

This poem doesn't rhyme but it describes how I would imagine this mythical creature. I would really appreciate any way you think I could make this better.

Centaur

He runs like the wind, the fastest being on earth. His mane and tail flying behind him like a proud flag.

He can gallop all day and all night, not even stopping to drink or to rest. His hooves are stepping lightly on the earth like he is knocking, ever so gently, to not wake the child. He is brave and strong the mightiest being of all. He destroys the evil, brings out the good. I can see him now, staring and flicking his ears this way and that, skittering across the ground like a foal with all the elegance and grace of a dancer. The centaur is elegant bold, beautiful, vibrant and amazing. A site to behold.