The Herdless Prairie: A Landscape Haunted by Absence

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In twilights grasp, the prairie sighs,

With whispers of the wind that cries.

No herds to roam this barren land,

Just ghostly trails where dreams once spanned.

The sun-kissed grass, a faded green,

Holds stories lost, of sights unseen.

Once thunder roared with hooves at play,

Now silence reigns where shadows stray.

Beneath vast skies, the cowboy stands,

A lonesome heart in empty strands.

With every breath, he feels the void,

A strength within, though joy destroyed.

Yet in the dusk, a spark ignites,

A flicker borne of fading nights.

For in the loss, new paths appear,

In absence found, the heart draws near.