The Bluff’s Shifting Shadow: Change Told Through the Movement of Light

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

On the bluff where the river bends,

The shadows dance as daylight ends.

A soft gold light ignites the rock,

While secrets whisper in the clock.

The sun descends with blazing grace,

Painting skies in a fiery embrace.

Each minute shifts the world before,

As dusk unfurls its velvet door.

The cowboy rides, with hope in heart,

Through changing light, a work of art.

His silhouette against the sky,

A fleeting glimpse as moments fly.

Night falls gently, a silent thief,

Yet change brings both joy and grief.

For in the shadows, dreams ignite,

And life reveals its truest light.