The Prairie’s Sole Survivor: A Lone Tree Standing Against Time

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Beneath the vast and endless sky,

A lone tree stands where shadows lie.

Its roots dig deep, in silence strong,

A sentinel where winds belong.

The prairie sweeps with grasses tall,

A sea of gold, a beckoning call.

Yet there it stands, through storm and heat,

A witness to what time may beat.

Its bark is rough, with stories carved,

Of lovers lost, and dreams starved.

Beneath its leaves, the weary rest,

In nature™s arms, their hearts are blessed.

As sun descends, and stars ignite,

The tree holds firm against the night.

A symbol of hope, so bold and free,

A solitary hero on the prairie sea.