The Moonlit Meadow: A Place of Quiet Reflection Under the Stars

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

In moonlit glow, the meadow sighs,

With whispers soft where the night owl flies.

The silver leaves, like dancers, sway,

As dreams take flight at the end of the day.

A lone cowboy sits on a weathered mound,

His thoughts drift far, where wild steeds abound.

The crackle of fire paints shadows tall,

While starlit skies beckon him to recall.

Each twinkling star, a story untold,

Of rugged trails where his heart would unfold.

Through victories sweet and losses keen,

In the quiet night, his spirit convenes.

As dawn creeps forth, with a blush in the east,

The cowboy stirs, from his midnight feast.

With memories cherished, he rides into light,

Bound for new journeys, the horizon in sight.