The Burn of the Sun: Enduring Life Beneath Its Relentless Gaze

In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.

Beneath the vast and blazing sky,

Where tumbleweeds and shadows lie,

A cowboy rides with weary grace,

Through deserts haze, his steadfast pace.

The sun beats down, a fiery brand,

Upon the earth, a blistered land.

With leathered hands and heart of steel,

He braves the heat, refusing to kneel.

Mirage flickers, waters plight,

His parched lips whisper through the night.

The stars above begin to gleam,

In twilights fold, he dares to dream.

Yet dawn will rise with fierce regard,

For every trail, the wanderers hard.

Beneath the burn, he finds his song,

In sunlit truth, where the brave belong.