The Branding Pen’s Stillness: The Silence After the Work Is Done

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

In twilight™s hush, the branding pen waits,

Beneath the moon, where silence radiates.

The pens held tight, the cattle roam,

While echoes linger, of work well-known.

With leathered hands, the mark is sealed,

The sweat of toil, in night concealed.

Each lowing calf, under anxious eyes,

Now finds their peace neath starlit skies.

The crackling fire wraps warmth around,

As stories rise, from the hallowed ground.

Like ashes soft, the memories blend,

Of trials faced and unbroken mend.

Yet in the calm, a promise stirs,

Of dawns new light, where freedom purrs.

With each new day, the spirit soars,

In stillness found, the heart restores.