The Quiet Corral: A Resting Place for Both Herd and Soul

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

In twilights hush, the corral gleams,

Where shadows dance and silence dreams.

A gentle breeze sweeps through the night,

As stars awaken, soft and bright.

Old Jasper rests, his heart at ease,

With cattle gathering neath the trees.

From weary trails, they find relief,

In this embrace, both bond and grief.

The scent of leather, campfires glow,

Whispers of journeys both high and low.

As hooves tap lightly on the ground,

A symphony of peace resounds.

So linger here, where time stands still,

And let the quiet calm your will.

For in this space, both herd and soul,

Find strength anew, a shared goal.