Travelling across the distant blaze
Thundering the sun above the haze.
Trickling life continues on ahead,
chasing the storm as if we were led.
The destination we finally found
but I noticed no one else around.
Down the canyon meanders we drift,
million year erosion a treasured gift.
My goal here alone with you at last
under the distant lightening flash.
The message on maps so far away:
that we receive another God given day.
And grateful would be a word to use,
for our universal vista river cruise.
The canyon takes a new direction here,
homeward bound, a beginning is near.