The Prairie’s Veil of Mist: Mystery Draped Over Familiar Landscapes

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

In the dawns tender light, a shroud unfolds,

The prairie’s veil, a mystery, bold.

With whispers soft as a lover’s breath,

It cloaks the earth, a dance with death.

Wild horses run through the gauzy haze,

Hooves like thunder on forgotten days.

The spirits of the past in the chill wind play,

Adventures forgotten, in mist they stay.

Cattle low softly, their silhouettes blurred,

Lost in the fog, not a sound heard.

The ranchers heart beats, a rhythm true,

In this ghostly realm, where dreams wander too.

As sun breaks free from the misty grip,

The prairie awakens, a mighty ship.

With each new dawn, old tales revive,

In the veil of mist, the legends thrive.