Under the Prairie Moon: Quiet Solitude Beneath a Boundless Night Sky

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

Under the moon, the prairie sighs,

With whispers soft, where shadows lie.

Stars scatter wide, like dust from hand,

In this vast realm, a lone heart stands.

A crackling fire, embers glow bright,

The cowboy sits, lost in the night.

His thoughts drift far on wild winds tune,

In the quietude of the prairie moon.

Hooves softly drum on the earth below,

As dreams take flight where the night winds blow.

Each twinkle above, a story to tell,

In solitudes embrace, he knows it well.

With dawn™s first light, the horizon burns,

But under the moon, his spirit learns.

For lifes adventures, both fierce and bold,

Begin in the quiet, where stories unfold.