Grand Canyon

In western skies, an eagle soars, at ease. Below, the curving Colorado flows, Winding its way through deep and dusty seas Carving canyon walls steep, through tracts of time. Twilight to twilight, its myriad moods Are freshly painted on those ancient walls Like rich frescos of reds and tans and mauves In syncopated colors, all sublime. The eons are borne by water and wind From sea to land to sea and back again. Their passage scribed on texts of sand and lime Layer on layer like pages of time Forming holy testaments neatly stored In earthen temples and archives of stone, With tales to read, as silent oceans roar, For those with eyes to see and ears to hear.