Under the Autumn Sky: Reflections on Change and the Passage of Seasons

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Under the vibrant, autumn sky,

The rustling leaves weave tales that sigh.

A cowboy rides through fields of gold,

Reflecting on the stories told.

The chill in air, a whispering breeze,

Carries memories like fallen leaves.

With spurs that jingle, he rides alone,

The tightening reins now feel like home.

Mountains loom, dressed in amber hues,

Their shadows deepen, a softer muse.

Each winding trail, a chapter penned,

Of time that shifts, yet never ends.

As day breaks free from night™s embrace,

He finds his strength in natures grace.

For seasons turn like a rhythmic dance,

In autumn™s glow, he takes his chance.