The Moon’s Silver Path: Guiding the Lost Across the Night Plains

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

Beneath the vast, unending skies,

The moon™s silver path begins to rise.

It leads the lost, with gentle grace,

Through whispered dreams in night™s embrace.

A lonely cowboy, tired and worn,

With calloused hands and spirit torn.

His trusted steed, a faithful friend,

Together wander, till the night™s end.

They traverse hills where shadows play,

With every step, the fears decay.

The stars like lanterns, bright and bold,

Guide them through stories yet untold.

At dawn™s first light, the range unveils,

The memories linger, soft as gales.

For as the day breaks, hopes ignite,

The moon fades softly, till the night.