The River’s Whisper: Secrets of Survival in the Heart of the Land

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

Beneath the wide and starry night,

The river™s song, both wild and bright.

A cowboy leans on leathered knees,

To hear the whispers in the breeze.

With waters clear, the secrets flow,

Of tomahawks and trails of woe.

A heart once brave now longs for peace,

Yet finds in nature, sweet release.

Thunder clouds roll in, the skies ignite,

In storms of fate, the pulse feels right.

He rides through shadows cast by rain,

A spirit born from joy and pain.

So as he stands on destinys brink,

Where earth and river touch with ink,

He™ll pen a tale of grit and grace,

For life is but a fleeting chase.