The Ridge Beyond the Pines: A Journey into the Unknown

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

On dusty trails where silence lies,

The pines whisper secrets in the skies.

Beneath the vast and starlit dome,

A ranger’s heart sets forth from home.

The ridge looms bold, a claim unmade,

With shadows long in twilights fade.

He rides, with leather creaking low,

Into the wild, where legends grow.

Each hoofbeat drums a quiet prayer,

For fortune found in wilderness fair.

The scent of sage and winds embrace,

Guide him along a path to grace.

As dawn unfolds with fiery hues,

The cowboy dreams of trails anew.

With open skies and fears laid bare,

He seeks the truth beyond despair.