SONG OF THE CANYON
I live deep within
Steep canyon walls,
That cradle sparkling creeks.
When I walk the ridge,
Early in the day
I keep company With
squirrel, fox and deer.
The Eagle soars down
the canyon.
As the morning sun
spreads her stream of light.
I stand high above the Creek
A song sending itself
Into my awareness.
I wait.
Far down the canyon.
It begins.
A sound of rushing water.
From miles away,
the sound holds me.
Far in the distance
the water is rushing
the rocks are moving.
" The Wind"!
Is the song I hear.
It comes Up the canyon.
Sweeping along,
Sight and sound merging.
The Canyon Orchestra,
Plays just for me.
Loud the song of wind,
Swirling around
and through me,
Coming up the canyon.
Fading into the distance.
I stand alone
Humbled by the moment,
To catch,
The Song of the Canyon.
Author Unknown
