In fields where wildflowers sway,
Horses dance beneath the sun’s warm ray.
Their eyes reflect the sky so wide,
In their gallop, dreams and freedom abide.

With manes like silk in the gentle breeze,
They move with an unspoken ease.
Echoes of hooves in rhythm’s embrace,
Nature’s symphony in their race.

The whisper of the morning dew,
Guides their path, steadfast and true.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
They chase the horizon, never asking why.

In their gaze, a world untamed,
Wild and free, they cannot be claimed.
A spirit bound to earth and sky,
In every heartbeat, the world’s reply.