In the golden dawn, they rise and roam,
Mane and tail like flowing streams,
Hooves striking earth with rhythmic tone,
They chase the sun and weave their dreams.

Through fields of green, their spirits soar,
A dance of grace on nature’s floor,
With eyes that hold the heavens’ lore,
They tell of freedom, forevermore.

Their whispers ride the gentle breeze,
In harmony with rustling leaves,
A bond with earth that never ceases,
In tranquil joy, their heart believes.

As twilight falls, they seek the night,
Beneath the stars, they find their flight,
In shadows deep, they rest with might,
In dreams of endless, pure delight.