Under the wide and golden sky, where chestnut leaves whisper above,
A horse with eyes like twilight sighs, steps softly, gentle giant of love.
Shoulders broad as morning hope, a mane like threads of light,
With each slow breath, the valleys cope and shadows melt to white.
You carry burdens we cannot see, with hooves that hush the ground,
Kindness flowing endlessly, in every stride profound.
Your gaze is tender, deep and warm, a well of patient grace.
No storm nor sorrow can deform the peace within your pace.
O gentle giant, friend to all, you steady trembling hands.
Your silent wisdom hears the call of hearts that few understand.
You teach of love’s enduring might, not roaring, but serene:
A gentle nudge, a soothing light, a presence felt, unseen.
May we move with your quiet heart, let gentleness increase.
And find, within your loving art, the simple gift of peace.
