In the morning dew, they walk so slow,
Gentle giants in fields where wildflowers grow.
Beneath the golden sun, they leisurely graze,
A tranquil sight in the dawn’s soft haze.

Their eyes tell stories of days gone by,
As clouds drift lazily across the sky.
With every step, they move with grace,
Adding calm to this serene place.

The rustling leaves, the whispering breeze,
Harmonize with their movements with such ease.
In the quiet pastures, they find their peace,
Living life in a gentle, endless lease.

Oh, the cows, with their patient gaze,
Teach us to find joy in simpler ways.
In their presence, worries seem to cease,
And the heart finds a moment of pure release.