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 ---------- A Welsh form - the Cywydd Llosgyrnog - 8a:8a:xxxaxxb:8c:8c:xxxcxxb