Painted Desert
Hiking along the canyon wall
It’s hard to take it in at all
Reaching so tall, for the sky
Looming there, majestic and grand
And yet a castle made of sand
So oddly planned, wonder why
Some time in eons past, it split,
Beginning as a narrow slit
Widening, lit just at noon
Time is patient and undeterred
Wind and rain are the tools preferred
The edges blurred, softly hewn
Then, slowly settling to the floor
Millennia, or maybe more
Quiet wait for lowly end
Earthquakes create new jagged parts
Painted red like a wounded heart
The cycle starts, all again
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A Welsh form - the Cywydd Llosgyrnog - 8a:8a:xxxaxxb:8c:8c:xxxcxxb
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