A Long Tenure

Down the busy road I ride Spiralling control of the reins, Drenched in sweat with pride I surrendered myself to the rains. Merchants I met many During my service at the docks, I couldn't but find ,any Wanderer like me in the merchant's block. The tenure I recall Of visiting the sandy desert, Where the sun lets the ember fall Is the only description ,it's curt. I scrambled up the slope On my way to the tranquil hills, Where my heart got solaced, By the breathtaking stills.