The Quiet of the Plains: Finding Peace in the Vast Emptiness

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In the quiet dawn, the plains unfold,

A tapestry of amber and gold.

The whispering winds, soft as a sigh,

Embrace the solitude, where worries die.

A lone horse grazes, beneath the skies,

With rugged mountains like ancient wise.

The clink of spurs, the creak of leather,

In this vast emptiness, they find tether.

A campfire flickers, casting a spell,

With stories of cowboys, the past they tell.

The stars like diamonds, a shimmering sweep,

In the heart of the night, the silence runs deep.

As the sun dips low, painting the Scene,

The cowboy rides on, spirits serene.

With peace in his soul, he finds his way,

In the quiet of the plains, where dreams sway.