The Prairie’s First Light: A New Day’s Promise Across the Land

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

At dawn the prairie breathes awake,

With whispers soft, the silence breaks.

A golden hue spreads wide and far,

As sunbeams weave through nights last scar.

On leathered reins, a cowboy stands,

His silhouette gainst open lands.

The chill of night gives way to day,

As hope ignites in suns warm sway.

With every step, the grasses sway,

A symphony of bright display.

The larks take flight on dawns warm breath,

A new days promise, fierce as death.

So ride, brave hearts, beneath the sky,

Where dreams are born and spirits fly.

The prairie™s light, a canvas grand,

Invites us forth to claim this land.