The sky is blue, the wind rushes past me, my legs are trembling, my arms ache
The sky is grey, the rain falls on my face, my legs are trembling, my arms ache
It is cold, so cold, movement keeps me warm, shivering legs, aching arms
The forest smells of spice, he looks back and catches my eye.
My horse talks to me, my heart sings.
Chrissie Snell, France