Lady Of The Canyons
by Lord R.e. Taylor
She was born before time
Her mother was the rain
Her father was the wind
She looks over the land
Creating beauty in the deepest canyons
The Sun creates sharp shadows
Between unbelievable light shows
Sadly man does not know of her
But they know what she can do
And they think it is beautiful
© Poem – XXVII/VIII/MMXXVI
LRET
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