Beneath the azure sky they run,
Hooves pounding like a gentle drum.
With manes that dance in wild embrace,
They gallop through the open space.
Eyes gleam with stories untold,
In fields where freedom’s heart unfolds.
Their spirits rise with every stride,
In nature’s arms, they find their pride.
The whispering wind sings their song,
A melody where they belong.
In unity, they chase the sun,
A timeless race never undone.
In dreams of pastures vast and wide,
They carry us on every ride.
Majestic creatures, strong and free,
A symbol of wild liberty.