The Prairie After the Rain: Renewal Written in Green and Gold

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

prairie breathes, refreshed and bright,

As rain clouds part, revealing light.

In emerald blades, the dew drops cling,

A dancers stage, where nature sings.

The wildflowers bloom, a vibrant sight,

With colors bursting, pure delight.

Gold-tipped grasses wave in the breeze,

Their whispers soft, as hearts find peace.

A lone cowboy rides through the glade,

Where dirt and dreams have interlaid.

With every hoofbeat, lifes bright renew,

The prairie hums a melody true.

As sunset paints the sky ablaze,

In hues of gold, it bids the day.

With gratitude, he tips his hat,

To the prairie™s song, where renewals at.