In fields of green they wander free,
With eyes so calm, a sight to see.
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
Their gentle presence makes hearts swoon.

They graze in peace, a simple life,
Away from noise, away from strife.
Their sturdy forms, so strong and grand,
A testament to nature’s hand.

In morning mist or evening glow,
They carry on, both high and low.
With every step, with every breath,
They weave a tale of life and death.

Oh, gentle cows, so wise and true,
The world is blessed because of you.
In fields of green, forever stay,
Your quiet grace lights up the day.