In fields where the wild winds play,
Horses run, their spirits free,
Under the vast, expansive sky,
They gallop with untamed glee.

Their manes like waves in a storm,
Flowing with the rhythm of their stride,
They speak of strength and grace,
In every leap and bound, they confide.

Eyes bright with ancient wisdom,
They know the secrets of the earth,
In their presence, a tranquil kingdom,
Where freedom finds its birth.

Oh, the beauty of their flight,
A symphony of hooves and air,
Lost in the dance of day and night,
In their world, nothing else compares.