The Sky’s Wide Embrace: Solace Found Beneath the Infinite

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Beneath the arching sky so vast,

The prairie whispers secrets fast.

A cowboys heart beats wild and free,

In the wide embrace of eternity.

With worn-out boots and calloused hands,

He’s wandered oer these sunlit lands.

The wind carries tales of days gone by,

As clouds drift lazily, free to fly.

At twilight’s glow, the stars appear,

A canvas bright, where dreams draw near.

The crackle of fire, the scent of pine,

In this stillness, his soul aligns.

As dawn breaks forth with fiery grace,

He rides again, no time to waste.

For in the sky’s embrace, he finds,

A solace deep, where hope unwinds.