In fields where sunlight kisses the earth,
Horses gallop, full of life and mirth.
Their manes flow like rivers of silk,
As they dance in the day’s warm milk.

Through valleys green and mountains high,
They soar like shadows against the sky.
Each step a testament to nature’s art,
A symphony played from the heart.

Their eyes, windows to a soul so deep,
Hold stories of the land they keep.
With every breath, a whisper of the wild,
Untamed beauty, forever beguiled.

In twilight’s glow, they rest and dream,
Of endless meadows and crystal streams.
Horses, symbols of freedom and grace,
Forever running in an endless race.