The Wind’s Silent Caress: A Connection to the Spirit of the West

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

In twilights grasp, the horses sigh,

As whispers of the wind pass by.

Their manes, like rivers, wild and free,

Embrace the spirits melody.

The sagebrush sways, a dancers spin,

While sunsets bathe the hills in sin.

A cowboy’s path, through dust and stone,

Is marked by legends carved alone.

Above, the stars like diamonds gleam,

Reflecting each forgotten dream.

The call of wild, the roar of fate,

Empowers hearts, ignites the late.

As dawn reveals the painted skies,

The cowboy rides, his spirit flies.

With winds soft touch, his soul finds peace,

And in that symphony, fears cease.