In the hush of twilight glow, Echoes tell of valor might, Ancient drums in rhythm flow, Starlit trails where spirits light. Lands of red and whispering shade, Cry the tales of warriors brave, Mountains guard where hearts evade, Paths that twist where hopes engrave. Rivers carve the canyons' song, Etched in stone like sacred lore, Flowing currents swift and strong, Bear the dreams of those before. Eagles soar on canyons' breath, Circling high in azure sky, Feathers kiss the winds of death, Whisper low as shadows fly. Fires warmth in nights embrace, Stories weave in embers light, Voices from an ageless space, Blend with night and morning bright. Rest not where the storm does lie, Seek the calm within the strife, Find the strength to learn and fly, Holding close the pulse of life. In the quiet, hear the call, Of the earth and stars above, Wisdom whispers through it all, Binding souls in threads of love. Fields of sage and blooming time, Carry forward ancient grace, Memories in verses rhyme, Eternal as the canyons face. ~Copyright Randy Salars
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