River's ran deep cutting away the rocks. gaping gashes splot the earth. an ecosystem tampered with, messed with, experimented on, but for what purpose, to what extent, nothing ever came out of it, until people came into play, people flocked in, to see it all. A scar on the perfect sphere called the Earth. It wasn't a tomb of pain. It was grand, IT was a canyon, it was the grand canyon, love can come of it. We are together, we are united, we stand tall. the human race, the mother earth, the beauty in the air, a day of triumph, no more loses, god dam I love to be alive to smell the air above this master piece. I love to be human I love you god. thank you for touching my heart!
The grand scape
July 14, 2010