Desert Palette

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

desert stretches, a canvas wide,

Where ochre sands and sunsets ride.

Cacti stand like sentinels bold,

Guarding secrets that the wind has told.

A lone cowboy paints with shadows cast,

His heartbeats echo in the silence vast.

With spurs a-jingle and hat pulled low,

He knows each trail where the wildflowers grow.

The sky ignites with hues of fire,

As dusk descends and night inspires.

Each stars a story, a memory to share,

The whispers of legends float through the air.

As dawn breaks forth with a lavender hue,

He breathes in the beauty, the lands debut.

With saddle worn and spirit free,

He rides the palette of lifes wild spree.