In fields of green where shadows play,
The gentle giants roam and stay.
Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
They graze and dream the whole day through.

With eyes so deep, like pools of calm,
They move with grace, devoid of qualm.
Their languid pace, a soothing sight,
At dawn’s first break or twilight’s light.

Majestic creatures, calm and wise,
Reflecting earth and open skies.
Their presence brings a sense of peace,
In their domain, all worries cease.

They speak in whispers, low and sweet,
Communing with the grass beneath.
The cows, serene, in meadows vast,
Remind us of a tranquil past.