The Long Rope’s Reach: Stretching Toward Distant Dreams

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Beneath the wide and endless sky,

A cowboy dreams where eagles fly.

With leather reins held firm in hand,

He yearns to roam that distant land.

His horse, a spirit wild and free,

Gallops through whispers of the sea.

The prairie blooms with secrets untold,

As sunrise bathes the world in gold.

With every mile, horizons spread,

A long ropes reach pulls at his thread.

The mountains loom with stories grand,

And challenge him to take a stand.

So off he rides, with heart ablaze,

Chasing the dawn, through sunlit haze.

For dreams are trails, both long and steep,

In every path, a promise deep.