Beneath the azure skies, they wander slow,
With gentle eyes that seem to know
The secrets whispered by the breeze,
Among the rustling of the trees.
Their coats dappled with the sunâs warm kiss,
They graze in fields of endless bliss.
Hooves tread softly on verdant land,
A tranquil life so simply planned.
Evening falls, and shadows play,
As cows rest from their gentle day.
The world slows down, in peace they lay,
Until the dawn brings light to stay.
In harmony with earth and sky,
They teach us all as time goes by.
In their quiet, patient grace,
We find a calm, a sacred space.