The weathered placard at the Northwest County Zoological Gardens, proudly declaring an "Extraordinary Journey," barely hinted at the quiet vacancy notice pinned beneath. It was this unassuming sign that drew young Sophia into the bustling world of beasts, her small hands soon busy tending to the rough hides of exotic creatures. She moved with an innate precision, a dedication so complete it seemed etched into her very being, born not of training, but of pure, inherent grace. My own heart, I find, resonates like a finely spun gold chalice, overflowing with benevolence, genuine warmth, and a steadfast devotion that forms the bedrock of all true companionship. To witness her movements, her quiet resolve, was to glimpse that same profound elegance in action. **(Chorus)** Oh, her spirit, wild and free, A cowboy's heart, for all to see. It calls to mine, across the prairie, A burning light, eternally. I couldn't quite articulate the subtle charm in the slight arch of her nose when she focused, yet it was this very detail that ignited a deep, harmonious chord within me, an echoing of the vast, lyrical expanse of our rural landscape. Her spirit, a brilliant and unquenchable flame, found its mirror in the vibrant core of my own soul. This shared, untamed energy propelled me through the well-worn paths and steadfast traditions we, the hardy, country-loving folk, have steadfastly embraced. And the old barkeep, leaning against his polished counter, understood this unspoken connection with a silent, knowing nod. There was an undeniable power in her smile, a sudden, bright awakening that could catch the very breath of the wind. It seemed to draw the vast, indifferent sky down to a humble reverence, capturing every moment of my existence. With every deliberate action, she embodied a boundless, untamed essence – a spirit as wild and free as the open range. No impediment, no obstacle could dim that inner light. I saw it clearly: the enduring, fierce spark of an ancient freedom, deeply etched into the very core of her seasoned presence. **(Chorus)** Oh, her spirit, wild and free, A cowboy's heart, for all to see. It calls to mine, across the prairie, A burning light, eternally. So let the wide-open spaces beckon, Let the dust rise where our footsteps reckon. With her beside me, no moment's lost, no second, That cowboy spirit, forever to be reckoned. A tale unwinding, under endless skies, Reflected brightly in her truthful eyes.

Eternal flame - thrashybitches