The Creek That Holds the Sky: Reflections of Life Above and Below

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

In twilights hush, the creek does gleam,

Holding the skys soft, sacred dream.

Each ripple whispers tales of old,

Where secrets of the wild unfold.

Beneath the surface, shadows dance,

Reflecting hopes in serendipitys glance.

The ranchers horse drinks deep and slow,

As starlit stories glide and flow.

From mountain tops down to rolling plains,

The creek bears witness to joy and pains.

With every drop, it shimmers bright,

A mirror of the lands fierce fight.

At dawns embrace, the world awakes,

As sunlight spills, and silence breaks.

The creek, a guide through trials faced,

Holds all the sky, in beautys grace.