Under the vast expanse of endless skies,
They run with freedom in their eyes,
Their hooves beat a rhythmic song,
A dance of strength, proud and strong.

Through fields of green they swiftly glide,
With manes flowing like the tide,
Their spirits wild, untamed, and free,
A symbol of pure liberty.

In the morning’s golden light,
They race, a truly wondrous sight,
Their hearts aligned with nature’s call,
Together, they conquer all.

Under moonlit skies they rest,
In dreams of running, they’re the best,
A bond with earth that’s deeply rooted,
In their grace, we are saluted.