Finding Gold in the Details
The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.
Beneath the pines where silence reigns,
A creek flows soft through verdant plains.
It whispers low with secrets strong,
A melody that speaks of life™s song.
The cowboy stops, his hat pulled low,
And listens close to the waters flow.
Each ripple tells of struggles brave,
Of storms endured and hearts that crave.
Sun-kissed on banks where wildflowers bloom,
The creek sings sweet, dispelling gloom.
It dances round mossy stones with grace,
In every note, a timeless embrace.
As twilight falls and stars ignite,
The melody weaves through the night.
With spirit bold, the cowboy sighs,
For in its song, his dreams arise.
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