In the stillness of the moonlit meadow,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
Horses whisper tales of freedom,
Embracing the nightâs tender embrace.
Their manes like waves in a silver sea,
Flowing with the breeze’s gentle sigh,
Hooves beat rhythms of ancient dreams,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
Eyes deep as the midnight ocean,
Reflecting stars that softly gleam,
They gallop through the fields of wonder,
Carrying the heart’s eternal dream.
In their stride, a timeless story,
Of wild spirits and untamed lands,
Horses, keepers of the earth’s old magic,
Bound by natureâs gentle hands.