The Grand Canyon

The Grand Canyon

She picked up her brush and began to paint
Her pallet of earth sometimes was faint
The depth of scene was beyond reach of eye
Topped now and again by a turquoise sky

The colors of her painting began to run
At first a trickle… the torrent had begun
Upon her painting, eyes would struggle to look away
Her thoughts were of a landscape where hearts would play

Stepping back from the canvas, in her gaze it seems
The painting was beyond her wildest dreams
The sound of water echoed upon the wall
As she hung the painting in the great hall

She unveiled her canvas and offered it to him
Then foot prints appeared on the edge of the rim
She knew they would come from the world around
Drawn by a painting… created in the ground