The Canyon’s Silent Witness: Rocks That Have Seen it All

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

In canyons deep where silence reigns,

The ancient rocks know all our pains.

Theyve watched the storms, the cattle roam,

Their weathered faces carved like stone.

Beneath a sky of azure blue,

They™ve seen the trails of legends true.

The wagons creak, the whispers blend,

As time unwinds, and journeys end.

Fires crackle and embers glow,

While stories rise with the breeze that blows.

Of outlaws bold, and lovers lost,

The canyon™s heart bears every cost.

So gather round, let tales be spun,

Of dusty trails and setting suns.

For in these rocks, our past does dwell,

The canyons silent witness tells all well.