Power Of The Plains

Out where the grass turns gold in the open light, Where the wind writes stories in the blades at night, A herd moves like thunder with a steady drum Not just running from the world, but toward what they’ve become. Built for the distance, not a stable door, They’ll cross a hundred miles and still ask for more. Chestnut, black, and silver in the sun’s bright flame No fences in their blood, no halter in their name. These are the wild horses hear the plains reply, Endurance in their bones and a storm in their eyes. They don’t follow a crown, they don’t bow to a force They move as one heart, one living course. Watch them run manes like banners in the sky, Freedom isn’t given… it’s the way they survive. No single one commands, no ruler at the front, Their power isn’t dominance it’s trust that makes them hunt For water, for shelter, for the safest line to take, A silent kind of wisdom that the wide world has to make. Ears turn quick to whispers in the brush and stone, Nostrils read the danger in the wind’s faint tone. A flick of tail, a lifted head, a soft and warning snort They speak in small decisions that can save the herd’s whole course. These are the wild horses hear the plains reply, Endurance in their bones and a storm in their eyes. They don’t follow a crown, they don’t bow to a force They move as one heart, one living course. Watch them run manes like banners in the sky, Freedom isn’t given… it’s the way they survive. When the dark rolls in and the hard rain swings, They circle close like shelter made of breathing things. Shoulder to shoulder, they face the cutting air, A living shield of muscle, grit, and care. Drought can test them, cold can bend the day, Hunger can make a long road feel longer on the way But when the sky breaks open and the light comes through, They rise like the horizon… and they run it new. These are the wild horses—wild beauty, wild grace, A map of the open in their stride and pace. Not meant for a cage, not born to be broken They teach without preaching, in the life they’ve chosen. So hear that drum—hooves like truth across the land: Freedom is a promise you defend with how you stand.