In fields where golden sunbeams dance,
The gentle giants roam and prance.
With soulful eyes and steady grace,
They move with calm, unhurried pace.

Their backs are kissed by morning dew,
As they graze on grass both fresh and new.
The countryside, their kingdom vast,
A timeless scene from ages past.

Beneath the sky’s expansive blue,
They form a tranquil, peaceful view.
A world where worries fade away,
In nature’s arms, they gently sway.

So let us honor these noble creatures,
With their gentle ways and simple features.
For in their presence, calm and still,
Our hearts with peace, they always fill.