Silent Thunder: The Unspoken Power of Nature’s Fury

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

On distant hills, the shadows loom,

Whispers of storms through darkened gloom.

With silent thunder, nature stirs,

As windswept fury starts to purr.

The prairie holds its breath in fear,

While skies converge, the end is near.

A lightning flash, the wild horse neighs,

The earth shakes deep in natures plays.

Canyon echoes, fierce and proud,

The cowboy stands, midst rolling cloud.

With heart aflame and spirit bold,

He rides through tempests, tales unfold.

As rains descend in torrents free,

The land transforms, wild jubilee.

In silence found, a power strong,

The cowboy learns where he belongs.