The River’s Hidden Depths: Discovering the Soul of the Land

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In dusks embrace, the river flows,

With whispers soft where nobody goes.

Beneath the surface, secrets hide,

In caverns deep, where shadows abide.

The cowboys hat, a silhouette stark,

Edges the light, igniting a spark.

He wades through dreams on rugged terrain,

Discovering depths, both beauty and pain.

Old legends ride on the swirling tide,

Of laughter lost and hearts that bide.

With every splash, stories unfold,

Of wanderers brave and spirits bold.

When dawn breaks forth, the waters gleam,

Reflecting hopes like a long-held dream.

So heed the river, let it impart,

The soul of the land, the cowboys heart.