In fields where the golden sun does rise, Horses gallop, a vision to the eyes. Their manes like banners in…
Beneath the sky so vast and blue, They run with grace, a timeless hue. Their manes aflutter in the breeze,…
Under the vast expanse of endless skies, They run with freedom in their eyes, Their hooves beat a rhythmic song,…
Beneath the amber glow of the setting sun, they run free, Hooves pounding the earth in a rhythmic symphony, Manes…
Beneath the sky so vast and wide, Where hills and plains in silence bide, The horses gallop, wild and free,…
Beneath the azure sky, where freedom whispers, They gallop with grace, in nature’s embrace, Their manes like rivers flowing wild…
In the morning mist, they rise with grace, Silhouettes against the horizon’s face. Their manes dance with the whispering breeze,…
In the morning light, they rise and run, With strength and grace, a race begun. Hooves pounding on the dewy…
Beneath the vast and boundless skies, Where freedom’s breath is pure and wide, Horses run with hearts ablaze, In fields…