Canyon walls



The hours pass by
This blue arid sky
As day follows day
And days become years
All life seems to be waiting here
Hot cobalt wind and canyon red
along the empty riverbeds
Scorched sand and shale
Rocks fissured and glazed
All perfectly still
All waiting for rain
When the blessing will burst
And Heaven pours down
Then this cracked hard earth
will bring forth lifes bloom
From ashen to violet
and sandstone to gold
In primrose and amethyst sunsets untold
To all but this ‘wasteland’
Forever unknown

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