Shifting Sands, Endless Skies: The Dance Between Change and Permanence

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

In a land where shifting sands do sway,

The sun sets fire to the close of day.

With endless skies like a painters dream,

The cowboy rides through the twilights gleam.

His horse a phantom in the starlit night,

They traverse the dunes, each step a flight.

The wind whispers secrets of days long past,

In this dance of change, they find their vast.

Old rock formations hold the stories tight,

Of wanderers lost, and battles in sight.

Yet here beneath the cosmic tapestry,

Change is the rhythm of a wild decree.

As dawn breaks forth with a warm embrace,

The cowboy knows every familiar trace.

Though sands may shift and seasons turn cold,

His spirit remains, a truth to behold.