The Ridge Beneath the Stars: Where Dreams and Reality Meet

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

Beneath a sky where wild winds play,

The ridge stands tall, a ground of clay.

With dreams alight like fireflies flight,

Reality whispers in the cool, dark night.

A saddle creaks, and leather strains,

While starlit tales run through the veins.

The cowboy rides through shadows cast,

Each heartbeat drums of futures vast.

A lonesome howl greets the distant dawn,

As memories dance like the dew on the lawn.

The mountains rise, their secrets held,

In every peak, a story quelled.

So as the sun spills gold on the earth,

And hails the day with a vibrant birth,

The ridge beneath stars, a bridge of fate,

Where dreams and reality intertwine and wait.