Bridging The Divide: A Tale Of Love And Acceptance

Three riders descend to the beach,

Under the golden sun's first reach,

Their horses gallop with grace,

As the waves gently embrace.

The morning air, crisp and clear,

As horses trot, devoid of fear,

Their hooves leave imprints light and deep,

In the wet sand, a path they keep.

The rhythmic sounds of hoof and tide,

Blend together, side by side,

With every stride, their spirits rise,

As the horses carry them toward the skies.

Down to the beach, the family rides as one,

Husband, wife, and son under the sun.

But in their midst, tension starts to rise,

The son, on his horse, breaks away with sighs.

These riders descend to the beach that day,

But their paths diverge, emotions in disarray.

Amidst the crashing waves, love's price weighs,

A family torn, seeking a middle way.

Seagulls swoop and glide in the salty breeze,

As the riders descend, a moment of harmony seized.

The horse droppings, a reminder of time's swift flow,

Amidst the beauty, both grand and humble, we grow.

The husband, a man of wealth and means,

Seeks a match for his son, by all means.

A union with a rich girl he envisions,

Ignoring his son's desires and passions.

The wife, with love and concern in her eyes,

Wants her son to be happy, to realize,

That the girl they've chosen is a perfect match,

A life of privilege within his grasp.

The son, rebellious, rides with ire,

His heart set on a love, a burning fire.

He moves his horse away from his kin,

Yearning to break free, to let love in.

He rides away, his anger fuelling his stride,

Seeking solace, a place where he can hide.

His parents follow, pleading with him to see,

The wisdom in their choice, for his destiny.

A poor girl he's found, her spirit so bright,

But his parents dismiss her, deeming her slight.

They push their own agenda, with wealth in sight,

Leaving their son's heart in a painful plight.

On the beach, a scene of conflict and love,

The son is torn between his dreams and the stars above.

The parents, desperate to make him understand,

The complexities of life and love's demand.

Amidst the sand and bathing cabins near,

The family faces this conflict severely.

The husband pleads with his son, so dear,

"Think of our legacy, our name held clear."

Morning ride on the beach, a fleeting scene,

Yet forever immortalized, serene,

A testament to nature's grand design,

And the joy found in moments so fine.

The wife, with tears in her eyes so blue,

Beseeches her son, "We want the best for you.

Love alone may not see you through,

Consider the future, the dreams we pursue."

The son, torn between love and duty's call,

Struggles to find the balance, to stand tall.

His heart aches for the girl who stole it all,

Yet family ties hold him in their thrall.

Will the son relent, see his parents' view,

Or will love's rebellion persists and ensue?

Only time will tell, as the waves crash and roll,

A tale of love and choices, the heart's true toll.