The Ridge Beyond the Pines: Hope Found at the Edge of the World

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Upon the ridge where pines gently sway,

A wanderer dreams of a brighter day.

His trusty steed, with a coat of black,

Stands firm beside him, ready to track.

The sun dips low, casting shadows long,

As whispering winds sing an old cowboy song.

With each gentle hoofbeat, hopes flame ignites,

Guiding him forward through starlit nights.

From canyon deep to the mountains crest,

He seeks a truth, a place to find rest.

The edge of the world, where new trails begin,

Promises freedom and strength from within.

At dawns first light, the horizon glows,

With every sunrise, his spirit grows.

For in this vast land, where the wild heart roams,

He finds his solace, a place to call home.