The Red Scars

Miles below the top a lonely stream flows

Running a million years with highs and lows

As the sun shows its many scars

Like face of general of many wars

Humans from far afar come to see

One with the nature’s Canyon to be

Through sun and rain and wind and snow

Layers stand there taking every blow

As ages pass and generations change

The River continues its work increasing the range

Withstanding the fury of lightning and thunder

Strands boldly Arizona’ natural wonder.