The Dust Beneath the Stars: Life Grounded Yet Reaching for the Infinite

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

Beneath the dust, the earth does breathe,

While starlight whispers in night™s reprieve.

A lonesome rider, silhouetted bold,

Chases the dreams that the heavens hold.

With weathered hands, he grips the reins,

As mountains watch over sprawling plains.

Each hoofbeat thunders like a faithful drum,

In the echoing silence, adventure hums.

The campfire crackles, smoke spirals high,

Filling the air with stories that fly.

From rugged trails and the friends he™s lost,

He learns the worth, no matter the cost.

Yet in the quiet, he lifts his gaze,

To constellations that set hearts ablaze.

For life is grounded, yet wild and free,

In dust and stars, lies eternity.