In the morning mist, they rise with grace,
Silhouettes against the horizon’s face.
Their manes dance with the whispering breeze,
Majestic beings, bringing hearts to ease.

Through fields of gold and meadows wide,
Their spirits free, they run with pride.
Each stride a testament of nature’s might,
A symphony of power in the fading light.

Eyes of depth, stories untold,
Reflecting dreams both young and old.
In their gaze, a world unfolds,
Of ancient lands and myths retold.

When twilight falls and stars align,
They rest beneath the moon’s soft shine.
Guardians of the night, they stand,
Echoes of freedom across the land.