Beneath the silver glow of night,
Wild horses dance with untamed grace.
Their manes like waves in ocean’s flight,
In freedom’s song, they find their place.

Through fields of dreams, they gallop on,
With eyes that gleam like stars above.
In every step, the night is drawn,
To tales of strength and boundless love.

The whispering winds their only guide,
As shadows leap in moonlit beams.
In twilight’s arms, they swiftly glide,
A tapestry of wildest dreams.

So let them run, these noble steeds,
In harmony with nature’s call.
For in their dance, the spirit feeds,
On echoes of the wild, they enthrall.