Beneath the sprawling heavens wide,
Where wild horses roam untamed,
Their manes like whispers in the wind,
A song of freedom unclaimed.
Through fields where dreams collide,
Hooves beat a rhythm bold,
Eyes that hold the world inside,
Stories of ages told.
In the glow of the setting sun,
Shadows stretch and fade,
Yet the spirit of their run,
In memory will never jade.
Together they gallop, side by side,
In unity they find their way,
Majestic in their graceful stride,
A testament to the break of day.