Beneath the endless sky, they roam so free,
Gentle giants of the field, tranquil as can be.
With eyes so deep, a story they hold,
Of days in sun, and nights so cold.

In morning dew, their footsteps light,
A symphony of peace in dawn’s first light.
The whisper of the grass, their only song,
As they graze the fields where they belong.

Through seasons’ change, they stand so tall,
Witness to the rise and fall.
Of nature’s dance, in perfect tune,
Beneath the sun and silver moon.

So let us cherish, these noble friends,
Whose simple grace, our hearts defend.
In fields of green, where they reside,
A testament to life’s gentle side.