In deserts vast where winds doth wail, Where sand and sun prevail, There roams a horse of ancient grace, The Arabian, in a timeless race.
With eyes that gleam like stars at night, A spirit fierce, a heart of might, Its flowing mane, a midnight stream, The embodiment of every dream.
In sands it gallops like the wind, A noble soul, unmatched, refined, A creature born from Arabian lore, A steed that legends can't ignore.
Its strength and speed are matched by none, Underneath the desert sun, As it carries tales of old and new, With every stride, history it renews.
A symbol of endurance, beauty, and grace, In every stride, it leaves its trace, An Arabian horse, a treasure untold, In its presence, stories of valor unfold.
So let us honor this majestic breed, For in its spirit, our hearts are freed, An Arabian horse, forever we adore, A timeless wonder, forevermore.
