Never straying, Though not full force, What am I? A Horse, of course!

Hunted by some Disaster to many Girls and their dogs To strange lands I carry

The wind plays me with invisible hands, I sing in sunlight and quiet lands. No lungs, no lips, yet sound is mine, a gentle voice that tells of time.

ignore the flesh, take the seed rake them, bake them, grind them, sieve bitter taste, alluring scent i paved the way to enlightenment

What male animal's head appears the same as a child's drawing of the sun?