Underneath the azure skies, they roam so free,
With manes like waves, embracing liberty.
Their hooves strike the earth, a rhythmic beat,
Echoes of freedom, in every heartbeat.

In valleys green and mountains high,
They dance with the wind, their spirits fly.
Through meadows vast and forests deep,
Their grace and power, in silence creep.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silver glow,
They whisper secrets, only they know.
Guardians of dreams, in the night they run,
A bond eternal, with the rising sun.

In their eyes, the universe’s tale,
A story of strength, that shall not pale.
Horses, the poets of the wild,
Majestic beings, forever unbeguiled.