In fields where sunlight gently spills,
The cows roam free, with time to fill.
Their eyes reflect the sky’s embrace,
As they wander with a gentle grace.

Beneath the azure, broad and wide,
They graze and rest with quiet pride.
Their whispers float on the summer breeze,
A song of peace among the trees.

In twilight’s glow, they gather near,
Their shadows long, yet hearts sincere.
The moonlight casts a silver hue,
On these gentle souls, so calm and true.

As night descends, they find their rest,
In dreams of clover, they are blessed.
A world of quiet, soft and sound,
Where harmony and peace abound.