The Creek’s Gentle Flow: A Lesson in Life’s Quiet Persistence

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

By the old oak tree, the creek flows slow,

Whispers of water in a soft, bright glow.

It carves through the earth with patient grace,

A timeless song, in this wild place.

Beneath the suns warm, amber light,

A cowboy stands, lost in thoughts deep flight.

He watches the ripples dance and sway,

Reflecting the lessons of each passing day.

The stones it smooths, with a gentle touch,

Teach strength and joy, though the road seems tough.

In every bend, in each twist and turn,

Persistence shines bright; its what we learn.

As shadows stretch long with evenings sigh,

The creek keeps flowing, beneath the sky.

With each new dawn, its promise stays,

In quiet endurance, life finds its ways.