Equestrian Elegy

In verdant twilight, where trees whisper secrets to the wind, Two riders pause, their horses' breath a gentle mist. The white steed, a vision of serenity, bears its rider With grace, as if the earth itself had given birth to its majesty. The chestnut mount, with mane aflame, follows closely behind, A testament to the bond between horse and rider, a harmony of heart and mind. The riders, clad in attire of a bygone era, sit tall and proud, Their faces, a map of contemplation, lost in the beauty of the landscape. The sky above, a canvas of soft hues, a blend of blue and gold, A serene backdrop to this moment, frozen in time, a memory to behold. The forest, a sentinel of ancient wisdom, stands guard, A witness to the passage of time, as the riders pause, and then depart. In this moment, we find solace, a respite from the world's din, A chance to reconnect with nature, and the beauty within.