The Campfire’s Rising Smoke: Messages Carried to the Heavens

A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.

Beneath the stars, the still night hums,

As campfire flames dance high and run.

With smoke that spirals, tales take flight,

Carried to heaven, like whispers of night.

The leathered hands stir wood with care,

While shadows leap, as dreams lay bare.

Each ember™s glow, a story spun,

Of loves long lost and battles won.

In quiet glades, where wild winds roam,

The smoke weaves paths to ancient home.

It speaks of courage, freedom™s quest,

Of weary hearts and souls at rest.

So raise your voice beneath the dome,

Let campfires smoke carry you home.

For every whisper, a truth to find,

In the vast expanse, where stars align.