Forest Trail Rides

Riding a horse is my favorite thing to do,
Especially at noon,
Riding through the trees,
Riding wild and free,
Galloping from the wretched parts of life,
Galloping away from the hard fights,
Then getting off the horse and looking at the sky,
And watching as all the birds fly high,
And watching as the wild bunnies play,
Because it is as bright as day,
Once you see the moon,
You know you have to get back soon,
Then you gallop away,
For what seems like days,
When you take out your phone,
You remember your favorite home,
The place with the animals and trees,
And the bright colored bushes and leaves,
Nature will forever be,
The best parts of me.

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This poem is about the trail rides in the woods.