Equine Majesty

The horse, a creature born to run

With grace and power, second to none

Its mane a flowing silken stream

Its eyes, a deep and soulful gleam

A noble creature, strong and fleet

Its rhythmic gait, a thing so sweet

The sound of hoofbeats on the ground

A symphony of beauty that resounds

Through fields and meadows it does roam

Its spirit wild, its heart a home

It knows no boundaries, no limits set

Its freedom something we can't forget

The bond between horse and man

Is something that we'll never understand

But in its eyes we see a trust

A love so pure, it's just

So let us cherish this equine friend

And hope their majesty never ends

For the horse is a symbol of grace

A reminder of the beauty in this place.