Around the Bend
Like liquid time the running waters carve deeply through the rich red earth exposing layer upon layer of the baron crust in a twisting turning sculpture of Mother Natures artistic beauty. Almost revolving a complete circle the dark waters search for lower ground and a path through the hot arid desert leaving a towering island cut off from the canyon walls, isolated and mysterious at its heart.
How many drops of silver rain have flowed through your lined craggy walls, how many rainstorms have lifted your flow and feed your greedy miles? How many years have carved your fate from stone, home many more to come?