Solitude

A place to be alone

Away from the crowds

Late afternoon

Birds flying deep in and out of the canyon

Shadows of the clouds moving lazily across the rocky walls

Sounds of crickets and the buzzing of flies, an occasional lizard stops by to visit

Sometimes voices floating on a breeze from an unseen trail

A rocky shelf warmed by the sun

Jutting out from the canyon wall

The Canyon is deep and wide

The Colors change as the sun and clouds move across the sky

The canyon called Grand

A place to be alone

 

 

 

 

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