Through the Timberline: Searching for Peace in the High Country

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

Through the timberline, where silence reigns,

Whispers of winds tell stories, unchained.

A lone rider quests for solace, wide,

Beneath the peaks where ancient spirits bide.

With every hoofbeat, the heartbeats sync,

The scent of pine mingles, begins to link.

The mountain™s song calls to a restless soul,

In rugged grace, he seeks to feel whole.

Stars twinkle bright, like dreams in the fray,

The canvas of night paints worries away.

Around the campfire, shadows dance bright,

Beneath their watch, he finds strength in the night.

As dawn breaks soft, casting gold on the stone,

He rides on, searching for peace of his own.

Through valleys deep, where the wild things roam,

The cowboy finds in high country, a home.