The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In the midday sun, the desert ponders,
While heat waves dance, and stillness wanders.
Then out of nowhere, a giggle springs,
A wild rainfall bursts, on silver wings.
The sandy floor, once dry and proud,
Transforms in laughter, beneath the cloud.
Muddy boots and chuckles rise,
As storm clouds waltz in playful disguise.
With every drop, a joke takes flight,
Tickling cacti in the fading light.
The cactus hums, while wildflowers sway,
As rains bold grin turns blue skies gray.
Then just as quick, the tricksters gone,
Leaving puddles where the sun shines on.
So in the dust, a lesson lies,
Embrace the storms; theyre lifes sweet surprise.
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