The Moonlit Canyon: A Place of Shadows and Quiet Solace

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

In moonlit canyon, shadows dance,

Where whispers weave a storied chance.

The sagebrush sways in cool night air,

A tranquil realm, beyond despair.

The starlit path, where hooves resound,

Calls weary hearts to gather round.

Around the fire, old legends share,

Of love and loss, laid bare, laid bare.

The silver glow on rugged walls,

Like natures mirror, gently calls.

With every breath, the wild takes hold,

And echoes tales of the brave and bold.

As dawn approaches, dreams take flight,

Chasing the dark with beams of light.

The canyon holds its secrets tight,

A silent witness to the night.