As the sun awakens upon the morning frost,
Its gleaming beams lay upon the open fields of green.
With frost so crisp, the horses walk,
They canter and trot through the open fields of green.

As they graze with every breath they take being shown,
They wander upon the open fields of green.
When the frost dies and the grass looks like new,
Each horse finds their way back cantering upon the open fields of green.

The riders find their horse and take them from the fields to the stalls,
They saddle up and trot to the gate that holds the open fields of green.
As the horse glides without a care, the rider feels a sense of freedom,
Every move is different from the one before, as they ride in the open fields of green.