The River’s Endless Bend: A Metaphor for Life’s Unpredictable Course

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

At dawns first light, the river flows,

With twists and turns where no one knows.

A cowboy rides through sunlit haze,

His path forever lost in maze.

The waters swirl like life’s demand,

As shifting sands grip tired hand.

Through rushing rapids, sharp and cold,

He learns the tales that time has told.

Each bend unveils a hidden sight,

A glimmering dream or fading light.

The horse snorts low, with courage high,

In nature’s grip, theyll laugh or cry.

So ride the river, fierce and grand,

With faith as strong as the dust-struck land.

Embrace the bends, for they will lead,

To life’s adventure, heart, and deed.