Eternal Tides

Upon the shore where oceans meet the sky, A rider treads the waves with grace untold. The horse, a living sculpture of might, Bears witness to the timeless dance of light. Her gown flows like the tides, a blue embrace, A symphony of motion, soft and free. The wind whispers through her golden hair, A melody of freedom, wild and clear. The sun dips low, its golden fingers spread, Painting the sky in hues of amber and red. The sea mirrors the heavens' fiery glow, A canvas of eternity, where time slows. This is not just a scene, but a journey, A path where the soul finds its own story. The rider and the horse, a single breath, A testament to the wild, untamed, and free. For in this moment, the world seems to pause, To honor the spirit that dares to explore. The tides may rise, the winds may blow, But here, in this embrace, we find our glow.