The Wind’s Gentle Murmur: Comfort Found in Nature’s Voice

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

In twilight™s glow, the prairies sigh,

As whispered winds weave low and high.

With every gust, a storys told,

Of brave frontier hearts, both fierce and bold.

The distant mountains, cloaked in night,

Stand guard oer trails bathed in soft light.

A horseman rides through whispering trees,

Finding solace in natures increasing breeze.

Beneath the stars, where memories roam,

The gentle murmur feels like home.

Each breeze a friend, a guiding hand,

Steering dreams across this vast land.

When dawn breaks forth with a rosy hue,

The winds will sing of paths anew.

With courage found in every sound,

The cowboy™s heart is forever unbound.