The Canyon’s Silent Watchers: Rocks That Hold the Stories of Ages

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

In canyons deep where whispers dwell,

Silent watchers, they know the tale.

Rugged stones, with faces worn,

Hold secrets tight, since time was born.

Beneath the sun™s relentless gaze,

Erosions hand has carved the ways.

Each layer speaks of Earth™s long strife,

Of ancient giants and of life.

With every crack and every crevice,

Lies history™s song, a precious treasure.

From thunderous storms to quiet nights,

The rocks stand guard, in fading light.

So ride the trails where legends sleep,

Through canyons echoing memories deep.

The stories meld in dust and stone,

In natures arms, we are not alone.