[Retz]

Jeg ba AI-en min (herregud, den er nesten blitt en kompis) om å dikte noe om kuer:

In pastures green, beneath the open sky,
With gentle grace, the cows do roam and lie.
Their eyes so kind, their spirits calm and free,
In nature’s gentle embrace, they truly be.

With each contented moo and swaying tail,
They graze upon the land, a peaceful trail.
In meadows wide, where wildflowers bloom,
Cows find their solace, dispelling gloom.

Majestic in their humble, bovine way,
They offer milk and meat, day after day.
But let us not forget, as we partake,
The gift they offer for our hunger’s sake.

For in their presence, lessons we may find,
In simpler lives and bonds of kindest kind.
So, let us honor cows with gratitude and care,
For in their presence, a slice of peace we share.