Children Ride Through Sunset’s Blooming Grace
A golden river, wild horses, and laughter in the breeze.
By Mukhtiar AhmadPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
At sunset, joyful children ride horses through tall weeds and blooming roses by a serene river, surrounded by snobar trees, capturing nature’s beauty and the spirit of freedom.
Beneath the sky’s last golden gleam,
A river flows like whispered dream.
Tall weeds sway in evening's breeze,
Snobar trees in quiet tease.
Rose petals blush in fading light,
Their fragrance soft as coming night.
Children laugh with hearts so free,
Riding horses wild with glee.
Through fields of green they swiftly fly,
Beneath the flame-embroidered sky.
Their joy a song, both loud and clear,
A symphony the earth holds dear.
Nature bows in hush and grace,
As sunset paints each smiling face.
No richer scene could heart compose,
Than children, horses, wind, and rose.
In this brif dusk, pure truth is found—
Life’s sweetest joys on sacred
About the Creator
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Beautiful