Tides of Freedom

Beneath the golden sky, where dreams take flight, A woman rides, her spirit wild and bright. Her horse, a tempest of earth and grace, Plunges through waves, a timeless, boundless space. The sea whispers secrets, the wind sings her name, A symphony of freedom, a soul's unchained flame. Her dress flows like the tides, her hair like the breeze, A dance of defiance, a journey of ease. In every stride, a story untold, Of courage, of hope, of paths untold. The horse, a partner in this wild embrace, Together they carve through the ocean's embrace. This is not just a ride, but a rite of passage, A testament to the strength of the human and the majestic. For in the heart of the storm, in the eye of the sea, Lies the truth of who we are meant to be. Let the waves wash away the chains of the past, And let the wind carry the soul to the vast. For in this moment, where land meets the sea, We find the courage to be free.