“Kaw” goes the canyon birds as they fly over the red-orange horizon
There is nothing in sight except for tumble weeds and bushes on the open terrain
The sound of the wind blowing fills my ears like the music of Joseph Haydn
The bright orange waves of the canyon are something only its gorges can contain
The aroma of Evergreen trees and dry grass floods your nose
Battered mules carry exhausted hikers up the canyon trail
The faded native art looks like its colors were washed down with a hose
The moonlight covers the canyon’s colors in its veil