The Meadow After the Fire: Renewal Rising from the Ashes

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

In the meadow where the embers fade,

Smoke curls like whispers in the glade,

New sprouts reach up from charred embrace,

As life awakens in a gentle grace.

The blackened earth, once scorched and bare,

Holds secrets of strength that linger there.

With every stir of the mountain breeze,

Resilience blooms like a wildflowers tease.

A lone cowboy rides through fields of gold,

His heart still holds the stories told.

With leather reins and a steady hand,

He honors the scars that shaped the land.

Now morning light breaks through the haze,

Painting the world in hopeful rays.

From ashes grows a tale reborn,

In the meadows heart, new dreams are sworn.