Beneath the azure sky so wide,
Where golden fields stretch far and wide,
They gallop with a grace untamed,
In freedom’s dance, their spirit named.

Through whispering winds and rustling leaves,
Their presence in the heart believes,
The majesty of strength and speed,
In every step, a timeless creed.

As twilight casts its gentle shade,
Their silhouettes in beauty made,
A symphony of hooves and might,
Echoes through the fading light.

In dreams they roam, so wild and free,
Symbols of what we wish to be,
With hearts as pure as morning dew,
The noble horse, both strong and true.