In the stillness of night, we find ourselves drawn to the vastness above, chasing dreams that seem endless. Yet, no matter how far we soar, there’s always a part of us tethered to the earth, seeking a quiet place to rest, a place where the heart can find peace amidst the flight.
Through the clouds, she streaks like fire,
Hoofbeats pound in a primal song.
The night winds lift her ever higher,
Her soul fierce, her spirit strong.
Each breath she takes, the air grows warm,
Her stallion’s stride like thunder’s roll.
The sky, an open endless storm,
Calls to the wildness in her soul.
She feels the clouds beneath her feet,
Soft as whispers, cool as rain.
The stars blink out a steady beat,
A guiding light in night’s domain.
Her hair is swept by heaven’s breeze,
Each gust a shout of pure delight.
The moon casts shadows on the seas,
Reflecting all her heart’s bright flight.
Yet in her chest, a longing stirs,
A pull toward land, toward softer things.
For though she rides the endless night,
She craves the calm that stillness brings.
She dares to dream, to touch the skies,
But yearns for whispers soft and true.
Her ride, though fierce and full of light,
Reflects the journey we pursue.
At the end of every journey, we return to the ground. No matter how high we fly or how far we run, our hearts seek a place to rest. So, as you chase your own dreams, remember to ask yourself: where do you truly belong, and what brings you back home?
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