In fields where sunlight gently pours,
The cows, they graze, with calm and grace,
Their eyes so soft, their hearts so pure,
A peaceful world, a tranquil place.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
They wander slow, with steady pace,
Each step they take, so calm and true,
A picture of serene embrace.

The morning dew upon their hooves,
The grass they chew, the air they breathe,
In simple joys, their lives they move,
A quiet life, no need to grieve.

As twilight falls, and stars appear,
They rest their heads on fields so wide,
In dreams they roam, without a fear,
The gentle giants, side by side.