THE CANYON

We visited a far off land, Its wonderment's to share,
Returning, found that our own land, Held mysteries rich and rare,
For opening up before our eyes, A canyon vast and wide,
Transfixed our wondering viewing range, In grandeur, scope and size.

As if some giant monolith, Had moved through nature's door,
To share a secret masterpiece, Its vistas to explore,
Lacy treetops edged her rim, As roots crept down her walls,
And twisting, joined a winding stream, Past busy waterfalls.

As breezes stirred the branches, That fringed the rocky rim,
The sunset trimmed each pinnacle, With jewels to suit its whim.
Cathedral spires flashed ruby red, On silhouettes of green,
Touched amethyst and diamond sets, That flashed throughout the scene.

Then painted shimmering golds and blues, Adorning peaks and vales,
Nature's gallery of change, Rejoiced as scenes unveiled.
As sunset's lengthening spiral rays, Reworked the scene below.
Mysterious shadows weird and deep, Announced 'twas time to go.

The canyon's masterpieces slept, For rest and magic dreams,
Reviewing wonders of the day, Its changing moods and scenes.
To rise again another day, Small shadows to expand,
To trim the day as hours rolled, To share its scenes so grand.