Racing across the hilly meadows,
Racing across the dusty plains,
Scorching sun up high above them,
Their bodies drenched with cooling rains.
Not caged in with wooden fences,
Land as far as the eye can see,
Independent of man’s ways,
They are free.
Hoofbeats pounding the Earth,
Thundering through the sky,
Not held back by man’s contraptions,
This is where they live and die.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Racing across the hilly meadows,
Racing across the dusty plains,
Scorching sun up high above them,
Their bodies drenched with cooling rains.
Not caged in with wooden fences,
Land as far as the eye can see,
Independent of man’s ways,
They are free.
Hoofbeats pounding the Earth,
Thundering through the sky,
Not held back by man’s contraptions,
This is where they live and die.
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