The Timberline’s Edge: Life Balanced Between Shelter and the Unknown

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

At Timberline’s edge, where pines stand tall,

The wind whispers secrets, inviting the call.

A cowboy by campfire, he thinks of the past,

With shelter behind him, the wilds draw him fast.

The mountains rise high, like giants in dreams,

Their rugged allure, the hearts silent screams.

With leather saddled tight and spirit ablaze,

He seeks out the shadows, where freedom displays.

In valleys of green, beneath skies vast and wide,

The lure of the unknown bids bravely to ride.

A hawk circles high, while the river sings low,

Each moment a choice, between shelter or go.

As twilight descends, painting night in its hue,

He watches the stars, twinkling bold and true.

Life dances on timberline, a wild serenade,

Balance found in freedom, where whispers won’t fade.