The Wind’s Tireless Flight: A Testament to Nature’s Persistence

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

Wind™s relentless, unbroken sway,

Calls to the wild, where free hearts play.

Through rugged cliffs, oer plains so vast,

It whispers tales of the ages past.

Across the mesa, where the tall grass sways,

It dances with dust on sunlit days.

The howl of the canyon, a wild refrain,

Promising life in the sun and rain.

With every gust, it stirs the soul,

Compelling the restless to seek their goal.

Like cowboys chasing the horizons line,

In the chase of tomorrow, the wind is divine.

As night descends, beneath a starry dome,

The winds lullaby calls the lost ones home.

In every heart lies a lifelong quest,

For natures persistence, forever blessed.