Sisters

Where sun-kissed plains stretch vast and gold, Two sisters bloom, hearts strong and bold. Sarah, with eyes like prairie fire, Lizzie, calm grace, a soul's desire.

Through dust and drought, their hands entwined, Morals their compass, truth they find. No gilded cage, no silken gown, But stars their crown, the earth their town.

With voices clear, as lark's sweet song, They raise their hymn, where right from wrong Divides the path, like canyons deep, Their sisterhood, a promise to keep.