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Cliffs rise above a diamond filled river

Keeping watch o’er the land and all who there dwell

The wind sometimes whispers

At other times shouts

Makes it way through the canyon

Awakening the juniper

Crimson grasses dance in the sunlight

While golden eyelashes play in the snow

A lone hawk takes wing

Against a sapphire backdrop

Cries out to the earth

“All is right, all is well”

And night returns silently

Revealing its treasures

That brandish the sky

Like rubies and gold

And I am reminded by all of this splendor

How infinitesimal we really are

 

 

Dedicated to Sandi

©sc2011 PRR

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