Beneath the sky’s endless blue expanse,
They run with spirits wild and free,
Hoofbeats echoing in a timeless dance,
A symphony of strength and harmony.
Their manes flow like rivers in the breeze,
Eyes gleaming with unspoken tales,
Through fields and forests, with effortless ease,
They conquer mountains and traverse vales.
In moonlit meadows, they stand so proud,
Silhouetted against the starry night,
A creature so majestic, never bowed,
Their presence is a pure delight.
O, noble horse, with heart so grand,
You are the wind, the earth, the sea,
In your gaze, we understand,
The boundless essence of being free.