Beneath the vast and boundless skies,
Where freedom’s breath is pure and wide,
Horses run with hearts ablaze,
In fields where dreams and daylight coincide.

Their manes like whispers in the wind,
Their hooves a symphony on earth’s floor,
With every stride, they touch the stars,
In a dance of life, forevermore.

Eyes that gleam with ancient tales,
Of lands untouched by time’s cruel hand,
They carry the essence of the wild,
Across the plains, majestic and grand.

In their presence, we find solace,
A silent bond, profound and true,
For in the heart of every horse,
Lies the spirit of the skies so blue.