The Trail Beneath the Cedar Trees: A Journey Sheltered by Nature

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

Beneath tall cedars, the shadows stretch,

Where whispers of the wind gently fetch.

With leathered hands on reins held tight,

A cowboy rides, embraced by night.

The trail winds soft through fragrant glades,

In natures cloak, his fears soon fade.

Each step a rhythm, hoofbeats align,

The heart of the wild, a sacred sign.

Above, the stars like lanterns gleam,

While silver streams weave through the dream.

Though solitude may veil his face,

In nature™s arms, he finds his place.

At dawn™s soft kiss, the world awakes,

With sunlight spilling where the path breaks.

This journey calls, beneath the trees,

A cowboy roam where the spirit™s free.