In the morning light, they rise and run,
With strength and grace, a race begun.
Hooves pounding on the dewy ground,
In their freedom, joy is found.

Manes flowing like a silken stream,
Eyes that hold a wild dream.
Through fields and valleys, they will roam,
In nature’s embrace, they find their home.

Silent whispers in the breeze,
Echoing through the ancient trees.
Each step, a rhythm to the earth,
A testament to their noble birth.

As the sun begins to climb,
They dance to time’s eternal rhyme.
Horses, majestic, true, and free,
Their spirit, wild, forever will be.