Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
Where hills and plains in silence bide,
The horses gallop, wild and free,
In nature’s dance, their spirits flee.

With manes that flutter in the breeze,
They glide through fields with graceful ease,
Their eyes, a window to the soul,
Reflect a world where hearts are whole.

In dawn’s first light, their shadows play,
Casting dreams that chase the day,
Through morning mist and twilight’s hue,
Their beauty shines, forever true.

Oh, noble steeds of strength and grace,
In every stride, a gentle trace,
Of ancient tales and whispered lore,
The horses’ song, forevermore.