The wind blows gently, magical sand, meditative, introspective piece of music. Time seems not to flow, suspended between the notes of the harp. @ 2:16 the rhythm becomes tighter in an always delicate crescendo to then return to the starting point.
They're Full Of Fun, On Their Prancing Steeds
Sad, Lyrical, Violin Melody
Boisterous, Up Tempo
Confused Violins Chased By Frenzied Percussion & Evil Woodwind