The Sagebrush’s Quiet Dance: A Celebration of Life in the Wind

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

In twilights hush where shadows blend,

The sagebrush sways, a quiet friend.

With whispers soft, the breezes play,

A dance of life, at close of day.

A lone green horse, with mane like fire,

Stands proud beneath the evening pyre.

His hooves imprint the dusty ground,

As sagebrush bends, a sacred sound.

The stars emerge, like watchful eyes,

While crickets chirp their lullabies.

In this vast space, the heart takes flight,

Embracing peace in the calm of night.

So let the winds soar wild and free,

Where sagebrush dances, souls decree.

In every gust, lifes tale is spun,

A celebration neath the fading sun.