The Prairie After the Frost: Renewal in the Wake of Hardship

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

In twilights hush, the frost now melts,

And life returns where silence dwelt.

Grey grasses shimmer in the dawn,

As wildflowers push through winters yawn.

A weary rancher, worn but bold,

Surveys the fields, his dreams retold.

With calloused hands, he plants anew,

Each seed a pledge, a hope thats true.

A herd emerges, spirits high,

Beneath a vast and endless sky.

The songs of larks fill morning air,

Bringing promise, erasing despair.

With every breeze, a story weaves,

Of battles fought and hearts that cleave.

And as the sun spills golden light,

The prairie sings of lifes delight.