In fields where the gentle giants roam,Under the vast and endless sky,They graze in peace, their world a poem,A tranquil dance as time slips by.The morning dew upon their backs,Glistens in the rising sun,Among the trees and winding tracks,They move as one, their day begun.Their eyes, pools of ancient calm,Reflect the wisdom of the earth,In their presence, there’s a soothing balm,A simple grace, a quiet mirth.As twilight falls, they gather near,Their silhouettes in fading light,In their company, there’s naught to fear,Only peace beneath the night.