In the morning light, they rise with grace,
Hooves pounding softly on the earth’s embrace,
Manes flowing like rivers in the breeze,
Wild and free, they roam with ease.
Through golden pastures, under skies so wide,
Their spirits dance with nature as their guide,
Eyes gleaming with stories untold,
In their gaze, a world unfolds.
With every stride, they chase the sun,
Across the horizon, their journey begun,
In their hearts, a fire ever bright,
Carriers of dreams into the night.
Beneath the stars, their whispers soar,
Echoing tales of ancient lore,
Guardians of secrets, wild and wise,
In their presence, magic lies.