Amidst the green fields where the wild winds blow,
Horses gallop with a grace only they know.
Their manes flowing like rivers in a dream,
A sight so pure, like a sunbeam’s gleam.

In the quiet dawn, when the world is still,
They run with a passion, a heart’s own thrill.
Echoes of hooves on the earth’s soft ground,
A symphony of freedom, a melodic sound.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
They soar like spirits, touching the sky.
Eyes so bright, full of stories untold,
With every stride, their beauty unfolds.

Under the starlit canopy of the night,
Horses rest, bathed in soft moonlight.
Dreams of tomorrow in their gentle sigh,
In the world of horses, the soul learns to fly.