The River’s Gentle Curve: A Reminder That Life Moves in Cycles

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

By verdant shores, the river flows,

With whispers soft, where wild grass grows.

Its gentle curve, a timeless dance,

Reminds the heart to take a chance.

The cowboy rides with dreams untamed,

Through sun-kissed fields that life has named.

Each bend a tale, a cycle spun,

Of battles fought and victories won.

As sunsets bleed the sky in flame,

His soul ignites with natures claim.

In twilights hush, the world does sigh,

For every end must meet the sky.

When dawn breaks forth, the echoes call,

A promise that will never fall.

Through rivers flow, and times embrace,

Life circles back, a sacred space.