Where the Wind Sleeps: A Tribute to the Enduring Peace of the Plains

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

Where the wind sleeps, a silence reigns,

The vast expanse of golden plains.

With every breath, the freedom lingers,

As sun-kissed grasses wave like fingers.

Beneath the skys unyielding dome,

The weary wanderer finds a home.

A saddle creaks, a distant sound,

Of hoofbeats soft on hallowed ground.

The night descends, a velvet cloak,

As silver stars in silence stoke.

In whispered tales, the campfire glows,

Of cowboys past and their noble woes.

With mornings glow, a promise bright,

Awakens dust in golden light.

Through open plains where wild hearts roam,

Is where the wind sleeps, and peace feels home.