In the morning light, they gallop free,
Hooves pounding the earth in rhythmic glee.
Their manes like banners, wild and bright,
A symphony of strength in the soft twilight.

Across the fields where shadows play,
They chase the sun’s first golden ray.
With eyes that mirror the endless skies,
Their spirit soars, unbound and wise.

Silent whispers of the wind they chase,
In fields of dreams, they find their place.
Their freedom sings in every stride,
A boundless journey, side by side.

As dusk descends, they find their rest,
Hearts untamed, forever blessed.
In dreams they roam, where wildness calls,
Their legacy, where freedom never falls.