The Stars Over the Canyon Rim: A Silent Witness to Generations

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Beneath the stars, the canyon breathes,

Where ancient whispers weave through leaves.

With sagebrush scents and shadows cast,

The night holds tales of heroes past.

A rugged trail through moonlit haze,

Where hoot owls call and coyotes graze.

The wrangler rides with heart ablaze,

Guided by starlights timeless gaze.

Each twinkling light, a silent sage,

Records the stories of each age.

From settler’s plight to cowboy gleam,

These stars ignite the wildest dream.

As dawn awakes with colors bright,

The canyon stirs to greet the light.

But in the stillness, echoes grow,

For stars above are all they know.