In fields where twilight softly gleams,
Horses dance in moonlit dreams,
Their manes like waves in a silver sea,
A waltz of freedom, wild and free.

With eyes that hold the depths of night,
They gallop through the fading light,
Each stride a whisper of the past,
Echoes of a time that cannot last.

The thunder of their hooves resounds,
A heartbeat felt upon the grounds,
Their spirit, fierce and unconfined,
A testament to nature’s design.

Beneath the stars, they find their grace,
In endless fields, an open space,
Where dreams and reality entwine,
In every horse, the divine.