The Scar of the Canyon: A Reminder of Time’s Unstoppable Passage

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

In the heart of the canyon, time lays bare,

A scar that whispers tales in the air.

Jagged cliffs rise, where the rivers flow,

Carving memories like the wild winds blow.

Clouds drift like horses across the blue,

They carry whispers of the old and true.

In shadows deep, ancient echoes swell,

A reminder of stories we dare not tell.

Each grain of sand holds a secret tight,

Of cowboys bold who rode through the night.

With leather and grit, they faced every storm,

Their spirits alive in the canyons form.

As the sun dips low, painting skies ablaze,

We’re but travelers lost in times maze.

So heed the scar where the ages convene,

For in its embrace, our past rides unseen.