The Star’s Guiding Light: A Cowboy’s Faith in the Night Sky

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

Beneath the heavens, wide and bright,

The cowboy rides into the night.

With leather reins that snugly fit,

He whispers prayers to stars that sit.

The old pine trees sway, their shadows low,

As constellations put on their show.

In silent moments, his spirit finds,

The strength of faith in the night that binds.

A shooting star, like dreams once stored,

Cuts through the darkness, his hearts accord.

Each twinkle sparkles tales untold,

Of rugged journeys through the cold.

So with the dawn, when the night takes flight,

Hell chase horizons, feel the light.

For in the stars, his guide remains,

A faithful spark through trials and rains.