Rays of the setting Sun
Illuminating the snowy, steep cliffs
Of the magnificent Grand Canyon
Its vastness makes one realize
How diminished one is
How one could be lost in here forever
In the winding gashes of the gorges
Formed by the cutting of gushing waters
Of the snaking Colorado river
Gradually, over millennia
Makes one feel how young one is
How short human life-spans are
Here lies a labyrinth of lithos
With tributaries eroding and reshaping it slowly
As generations are born, live and die
The canyon remains, unmoved, undeterred
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