The saddle’s soft leather smell fills my nose,
Filling me with eagerness.
The feel so familiar as I caress it.
The sun shines down,
And the trees whisper in the wind.
The grass waves as we pass by.
Here in the canyon,
Everything is simple.
The trees, grass, and the light.
The small silhouettes of bees buzz around,
As the breeze stirring my horse’s mane.