The Prairie’s First Bloom: A Celebration of Spring’s Resilience

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In frosty dawn, the prairie wakes,

A quilt of green from winter shakes,

With every bud, the promise true,

Of life renewed beneath skies blue.

The lonesome rider casts his gaze,

On golden blooms that dance and blaze,

With fields aglow, where shadows fade,

The heart of spring, a bright parade.

Through fragrant air, the wild things sing,

As whispers swirl on gentle wing,

Hearts once burdened with winter™s chill,

Now dance to rhythms spring has built.

So raise a cheer for blooms so rare,

For in their beauty, we find air.

The prairie thrives, a testament,

To resilience where hope is spent.