The Trail to the Setting Sun: A Journey Into the West’s Last Light

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

Upon the range where the wild winds blow,

Chasing the dusk like a riverside flow,

With leathered reins and a heart full of flame,

A cowboy rides south, in search of his name.

The mountains rise, their peaks kissed by fire,

Whispers of legends, fuel his desire.

Cattle lowing soft in the twilight™s embrace,

The trail winds onward, a mystical space.

As shadows stretch long, and the stars take flight,

He sings to the moon, a song of the night.

The crackle of embers, the scent of the pine,

Each moment a treasure, each star a sign.

When last light descends on the desert so grand,

The cowboy rides forth, through this timeless land.

For in the horizon, where the sun meets the blue,

Lies promise and hope, a journey anew.