All day we rode the trails high in the hills,
     Glimpsing the sea through the fir trees.

Passing by wind-bent cypress trees 

     That stretched over the hills to the sea.

As we sped through pole pines, 

     Their needles quivered to life.

We followed the trickling stream down to the beach,

     Where golden poppies bloomed abundantly.

Giving my horse free rein, 

     She plunged into the surf.

Rainbows of water droplets scattered over everyone,

     As we laughingly welcomed the cool shower.

Returning home, the skies darkened,

     And faint stars began to shine.

Occasionally, fire flies sparkled in the dark, 

     As our journey scattered them from the bush.

Finally, we approached the stables,

     Welcomed by a blazing campfire.

We removed our gear,

      And brushed and dried our horses before gathering at the campfire.

Tales were told, jokes were shared, drinks consumed,

     And friendships were further renewed.

Riding freely with the cool wind in my face,

     I never want this to end.