The Trail Beneath the Cedar Trees: A Journey Sheltered by Nature

A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.

Beneath tall cedars, the shadows stretch,

Where whispers of the wind gently fetch.

With leathered hands on reins held tight,

A cowboy rides, embraced by night.

The trail winds soft through fragrant glades,

In natures cloak, his fears soon fade.

Each step a rhythm, hoofbeats align,

The heart of the wild, a sacred sign.

Above, the stars like lanterns gleam,

While silver streams weave through the dream.

Though solitude may veil his face,

In nature™s arms, he finds his place.

At dawn™s soft kiss, the world awakes,

With sunlight spilling where the path breaks.

This journey calls, beneath the trees,

A cowboy roam where the spirit™s free.