The Wind’s Endless Song: A Ballad of Change Across the Plains

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

Across the plains where wildflowers sway,

The wind whispers secrets of yesterday.

With leathered hands on a saddle worn,

A cowboy rides, where legends are born.

The grasslands dance neath a fiery sky,

As dust devils spin and the hawks soar high.

Through valleys vast, where horizons blur,

He feels the pulse of a life that stirs.

In twilights hush, neath the starry dome,

Memories linger, calling him home.

Yet change rides close on the tail of the breeze,

His heart beats restless with the wandering trees.

As dawn breaks bright, the horizon aglow,

He knows that adventure is calling him low.

With each gallant stride over endless land,

The wind’s endless song guides his strong hand.