A Grand Canyon Dream
Mountains and canyons beyond what eyes can see
The clay earth beneath is subliminally icy
Misty air follows me along the path
I savor its taste as it swirls in wrath
Little beams of light spread from the flamboyant flowers
They reach out to me and I stand fixed for hours
I hear the rapid river that explores the land
It looks to seep into whatever it can
I smell Ponderosa Pine infused with vanilla
A scent that could call for a good night’s pillow
It makes me want to stay a little while more
Oh how I adore this world around me
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