The Sky’s Crimson Curtain: The Day’s End Painted in Fire

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Beneath the wide and fading light,

The prairie hums with whispers bright.

A canvas stretched in vivid blaze,

As sunset dances, the world ablaze.

The horses snort, their breaths like steam,

While dust swirls in the twilights gleam.

Each riders heart beats wild and free,

Embraced by this fierce, fiery sea.

With every stroke, the heavens bleed,

A memory carved, like a cowboys creed.

The crimson curtain drapes the land,

Inviting dreams in a painters hand.

As darkness falls, the stars arise,

Painting a map in the velvet skies.

These trails we blaze, where legends dwell,

Are tethered deep, in the tales we tell.