The Ridge That Meets the Storm: Strength Found in Facing Life’s Fury

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

Upon the ridge where wild winds wail,

A spirit stands against the gale.

With leather reins gripped tight in hand,

He faces storms that none have planned.

Dark clouds like armies churn and swell,

Yet in his heart, he knows it well.

That every strike of thunders roar,

Is life™s fierce call, a distant shore.

The lightning splits the skies apart,

Yet in that flash, he finds the heart.

For every trial that life can bring,

Is just the dance of storm and wing.

As dawn breaks through with gentle grace,

He rides anew, finds his own place.

For in the fury, strength is born,

On ridges high, where dreams are sworn.