In fields where the sun gently lays its light,Horses roam with elegance, pure and bright.Their manes flowing like rivers in the breeze,Whispering secrets to the ancient trees.

Eyes like windows to a soul untamed,Wild and free, never to be claimed.Each gallop a symphony, a rhythmic beat,Echoing through valleys, their song complete.

Beneath the vast and endless azure sky,They chase the wind, with wings that never fly.Bound by earth, yet spirits soar so high,In their presence, time seems to slip and sigh.

As dusk embraces the horizon’s glow,They rest in shadows where the wildflowers grow.Guardians of dreams and twilight’s tender grace,In their world, we find a sacred space.