The Meadow’s Bright Horizon: A Promise of Renewal and Growth

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

Beneath the wide and painted skies,

The meadow wakes as daylight sighs,

With blossoms wild, a vibrant stretch,

Each color bright, a hope to fetch.

The cowboy spurs his trusty steed,

Through thickets green where rivers lead,

With every stride, the world ignites,

A promise whispered in the heights.

The distant hills, they call his name,

In valleys deep, where dreams are tame,

With every venture, a lesson learned,

In fields of gold, where passions burned.

As sun dips low, and shadows play,

The horizon glows, a brand new day,

With spirits high, they ride as one,

Embracing lifes sweet, bounteous run.