The Meadow’s Veil: Secrets Hidden Beneath the Grasses

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

In golden fields where wildflowers sway,

Secrets sleep beneath blades of green,

Whispers of the past, in shadows play,

The meadows veil hides what’s seldom seen.

A lone rider pauses, his heart entwined,

With stories buried, long lost in time,

Each hoofbeat stirs echoes of the blind,

Where the earth holds memories steeped in rhyme.

The rustle of grasses tells tales untold,

Of lovers’ promises and silent fears,

Courage found and friendships forged in gold,

Nature’s canvas, brushed with laughter and tears.

As dusk descends and stars begin to glow,

He rides forth, leaving no trace but dust,

For in the meadow, with each sunrise show,

Lie secrets cradled in the land’s embrace and trust.