Pines and Prayers: Seeking Strength Amid the Silence of the Woods

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

In the whispering woods where shadows creep,

Beneath tall pines where lost secrets sleep,

The silence hums with a sacred grace,

As cowboys seek strength in this timeless place.

With leathered hands, they kneel to pray,

For the trials faced on the rugged way,

The scent of earth, so fresh and wild,

Cradles their hopes like a mother™s child.

Moonlit glades hold stories untold,

Of courage found and hearts made bold,

Each rustling leaf, a voice from the past,

Echoes the bravery of cowboys steadfast.

When dawn breaks bright on the canvas green,

With golden light where the pine trees lean,

They rise with purpose, their spirits refined,

In the woods soft embrace, true strength they find.