Answer:
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Goes over all the hills and hollows. Bites hard, but never swallows.
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?