Whispers of the wind carry tales of grazing cows.
Fields painted with the presence of gentle cows.
Beneath the sun's warmth, cows find their peace.
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
These cows are utterly moo-tiful!
Underneath the big sky, cows graze contentedly.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.