The gentle flood of the waterfalls suffocates my eyes,

tear tinted water waltzes across the surface of the canyon,

droplets of water shyly descend from the unsteady rock of glory, exploding a voice of thunder while striking below,

Decaying infinitely, the broken grains of sand scatter blanketing the foundation.

Red, Baise, Yellow, Brown footprints frame the area of the canyon, a hidden castle of endless wonders.

Pebbles shimmy out of formation, loosely sprinting to the glistening water.

A galaxy of trees spread across the plains of rock,

lime colored pines pose for their tourists,

day by day, month by month, year by year, similarities are the difference as nothing will ever look the same,