26/07/2024
In fields where morning dew drops lie,
Horses roam 'neath open sky.
Their manes like whispers in the breeze,
They move with grace among the trees.
With hoofbeats soft on earthen ground,
They add to nature's gentle sound.
In meadows wide and valleys deep,
Their presence makes the landscape leap.
Amidst the flowers and the streams,
They wander through our quiet dreams.
A symbol of the wild and free,
Horses shape the land we see.
Through seasons' change, they stand so proud,
Their silhouettes 'gainst sky and cloud.
In countryside, they play their part,
A timeless bond with nature's heart.
