It's pretty amazing that we still have wild horses at all. Seeing them in their natural habitat surrounded by wildflowers is something to behold.
In the Southwestern plains, where the sun beats down,
And the earth is painted gold and brown,
The wild horses roam, unbridled and free,
In a land of blooming wildflowers as far as the eye can see.
Their manes fly free in the windswept air,
As they gallop and play without a care,
Their hooves pound the earth in a rhythmic beat,
As they explore and discover this wilderness retreat.
The wildflowers dance in the breeze,
Their petals alive with color and ease,
The horses stop to taste the sweet nectar,
And drink from the crystal-clear streams that reflect her.
In this land of infinite beauty and grace,
The horses run and explore this boundless space,
Their spirits free, their souls unchained,
As they bask in the sunshine and embrace the untamed.
The wild horses and wildflowers together,
Are a sight to behold, a natural wonder,
As they coexist in a harmony so true,
In this land of the wild and the free, it's all that they knew.
And so they roam and they play,
In this Southwestern land, day after day,
Wild horses and wildflowers, forever free,
In a world where beauty and freedom reign endlessly.