Timberline Prayers: Seeking Grace in the High Country

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In timbered heights where eagles soar,

The weary cowboy dreams of more.

With leather reins that guide his way,

He seeks the grace in light of day.

The whispered winds through fragrant pines,

Carry the weight of timeless signs.

Each step he takes on rugged ground,

In natures hush, his peace is found.

Above the clouds, where shadows play,

He pauses in the dusks warm ray.

With humbled heart, he speaks his plea,

A prayer for strength, the souls decree.

As starlit skies embrace the night,

He finds his solace, pure and bright.

In high country, where spirits dwell,

He rides with grace, and all is well.