New Day – Ride on the Beach

Just beyond the distant horizon

The sun was slowly emerging as if from dungeon

Where it had been confined by the earth and moon

The whole world was to be well-lit soon.

A soft breeze blows on the shore

The horses and men alike want it more

As the riders ride further

The beach does not have around any other rider.

The men started their long ride

Long before the sun appeared on the eastern side.

It is joy trot for horses as well

Although only their trot without prodding can tell.

The beach stretches for miles

The sunlight is soft on their profiles

The horizon has turned yellow and red

It is good that were early out of bed.

As the sun starts becoming hot

The horses turn back on the trot

The beach ended where forest began

It is time to get back again.