The Shadows of the Cedar Grove: Life Found in the Shelter of Trees

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

In the hush of dawn, where shadows grow,

Cedar trees stand like sentinels, so low.

A cowboy finds his refuge there,

From suns fierce glare and the wild despair.

Beneath their boughs, the world™s at peace,

Whispers in the wind grant a sweet release.

The rustle of leaves like a softest song,

Reminds him here he truly belongs.

A campfires glow in the early night,

Illuminates hands that have learned to fight.

Stories shared round the crackling flame,

Of past adventures and wild, untamed fame.

With stars above, each moment gold,

In cedars embrace, he feels bold.

For life in the shadows, a treasure most rare,

Is found in the strength of the trees™ loving care.