The prairie whispers tales of old,
Where the sun paints the horizon in gold,
With a river flowing like a song on the breeze,
I ride my saddle, feel my mind at ease.
Echoes of laughter, they dance in the air,
Memories linger, like love in a prayer,
Through fields of wildflowers, the journey unfolds,
Each mile tells a story, in silver and gold.
The stars find their place when the day turns to night,
Guiding my heart on this long, winding ride,
The moonlight spills softly on paths yet unknown,
With every soft gallop, I'm never alone.
Under the wide open sky, I'm chasing the dreams,
With whispers of hope carried down by the streams,
The prairie’s my canvas, the river my pen,
I’ll write my own story time and again.
When the world feels heavy, I’ll just close my eyes,
And hear the sweet echoes of love in the skies,
Every journey takes me closer to home,
Where a heart that is free will forever roam.
So I’ll saddle up lightly, with stars in my stride,
With a river beside me, I’ll take on the tide,
As whispers and echoes blend soft in the night,
Under the wide open sky, everything feels right.
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