The Prairie’s First Light: A New Day’s Promise Across the Land

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

At dawn the prairie breathes awake,

With whispers soft, the silence breaks.

A golden hue spreads wide and far,

As sunbeams weave through nights last scar.

On leathered reins, a cowboy stands,

His silhouette gainst open lands.

The chill of night gives way to day,

As hope ignites in suns warm sway.

With every step, the grasses sway,

A symphony of bright display.

The larks take flight on dawns warm breath,

A new days promise, fierce as death.

So ride, brave hearts, beneath the sky,

Where dreams are born and spirits fly.

The prairie™s light, a canvas grand,

Invites us forth to claim this land.