The River’s Endless Journey: A Reflection on Time’s Flow

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

river rolls through canyons wide,

A silver thread where memories bide.

It whispers tales of ancient lore,

And calls the cowboy to explore.

Beneath the stars, the waters gleam,

Reflecting dreams like distant screams.

Each ripple marks a moments fade,

A journey long, though time wont trade.

With saddle leather worn and cracked,

He rides beside where time has tracked.

The currents swirl, both fierce and slow,

A dance of life, where few dare go.

So as the sun dips low and bright,

The cowboy smiles by fading light.

For in the flow, his spirit found,

The rivers path, his heart unbound.