Beneath the azure sky so wide,
They race with spirits wild and free,
Their manes like waves on ocean’s tide,
A symbol of pure liberty.

Through fields of green and golden hue,
Their hooves beat rhythms on the ground,
Echoing tales both old and new,
In their silent, soulful sound.

Eyes like pools of ancient lore,
Reflecting wisdom, joy, and pain,
They carry legends evermore,
Across the timeless, boundless plain.

With every stride, they touch the earth,
Yet seem to soar on wings unseen,
In them, we find our own rebirth,
A bond so strong, so deep and keen.