The sun rises in the East over the cactus, moonlight, Travelling the desert floor in December, so bright. Waiting to welcome the new year, with open arms, Wild and free in Southern Arizona, we feel no harm. Riding through the dusty trails, with the wind at our backs, Singing songs of freedom, as we leave our tracks. Under the vast desert sky, we find our peace, In this land of red rocks and golden fleece. Exploring canyons and valleys, under the Arizona sun, Feeling alive in this wild land,...