In fields where whispers of the wind reside,
Majestic creatures roam with endless grace.
Their manes like flowing waves of golden pride,
Each stride a rhythm, echoing in space.

Beneath the twilight’s gentle, watchful gaze,
Their silhouettes are dreams upon the land.
In freedom’s wild embrace, they find their ways,
The earth and sky their boundless, open strand.

With eyes that hold the wisdom of the past,
They gallop through the years with gentle might.
Their strength and spirit in the shadows cast,
A testament to nature’s pure delight.

Oh, noble souls that soar on whispered breeze,
In harmony with all that life bestows.
In every heartbeat, endless mysteries,
The story of the horse forever grows.