In fields where gentle breezes flow,
The cows meander, soft and slow.
Their eyes reflect a world at peace,
Where time suspends and worries cease.

Beneath the sun’s warm, golden glow,
They graze on grass that seems to grow
With every gentle, tender bite,
Transforming day into tranquil night.

Their bells chime softly in the air,
A melody beyond compare.
A pastoral song, serene and sweet,
With every step of cloven feet.

In twilight’s embrace, they gather near,
A herd united, free from fear.
In their quiet world, a lesson found,
Of peace and grace, profound, unbound.