The River That Divides: A Story of Separation and Reconnection

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

A ribbon flows ˜tween two strong lands,

Where the wild prairies stretch their strands.

With whispers carried on the breeze,

It sings of hearts, lost and at ease.

Across its banks, a promise made,

By lovers bound, now unafraid.

Yet storms have stirred the waters wide,

And time has worn the rift with pride.

Through valleys deep, the cowboys roam,

With leather reins, they find their home.

In tales of yore, the river™s grace,

A bridge of hope, their hearts embrace.

When dawn breaks free from night™s embrace,

Two souls drift close, that sacred space.

With steady hands, they cross the tide,

And mend the bond the rivers tried.