In fields of gold they roam so free,
Majestic spirits in the breeze,
With manes that flow like rivers wide,
They gallop with the dawn beside.

Their hooves beat rhythms on the earth,
Echoing strength and gentle mirth,
In every stride, a story told,
Of wild hearts that can’t be controlled.

Eyes like pools of liquid night,
Reflecting stars, a wondrous sight,
In moonlit meadows, soft and grand,
They weave their dreams across the land.

With whispered winds, they take to flight,
A dance of shadows in the light,
Horses, keepers of the past,
In their grace, our spirits cast.