Life in prairie could be fun,
especially when you ride a horse and run;
Wind blows a lovely song,
Adventures keep you live and young.
The journey ahead could be as rough as a tree,
Through the mist one is unable to see,
Doubts and hesitations may knock your brain,
Fears and failures may cause you pain.
Yet, Life will make your learn,
Sometimes you lose and sometimes you win;
You are born to live,
As hope lingers and tickles your belief.
goldenhairbear10, balletonly – May 3
C., The Darkest Divide – May 6