The Herd’s Silent Trail: A Journey Guided by Instinct and Trust

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

In twilights hush, the ranchers stand,

With whispers low and starlit land.

The herd moves forth, a shadowed dance,

Guided by instinct, driven by chance.

Through fields ablaze with amber light,

The hooves caress the earth so slight.

A bond unspoken weaves through the night,

Each creature trusts the trail so right.

With every bend, the stars align,

Their twinkling gaze, a silent sign.

Across the plains where wildflowers bloom,

The air is thick with freedoms perfume.

As dawn breaks bright, the journey shown,

With hearts entwined, they™ve truly grown.

In trusts embrace, the wild will cease,

They ride as one, in hope and peace.