It was an early morning in Las Vegas, 

a city gradually brimming with boisterous clamor 

within an abundant variety of businesses that had started to commence 

while the alluring sunrise with lucid shades of 

pink, orange, and yellow had begun to paint themselves onto the 

intricate portrait of the sky. 

In spite of the distinguished attraction 

in the embellishment of the city, 

my family and I sought to rectify ourselves 

among the midsts of nature,

And so we did as we rode a tour bus 

in the vicinity of one of the 

major phomemonons on Nature’s boulevard. 

Sitting near the window’s perspective 

of the external landscape,

I gazed at the arid scenery surrounding the perpetual road, 

the infinitesimal specks of sand 

on the frequent appearances of cactus,

While the blazing glare of the sun bore into my eyes,

allowing beads of sweat on the back of my neck 

to slowly drip and soak into the parched fabric of my faded t-shirt.  

I then turned my conscious over to irresistible confines of my phone 

as every other passenger, including my mother and my sister, 

having been captivated by the contentment technology brings.

I could hear the muffled buzzes via the devices

among the crowd of passengers that were seated on the bus. 

Almost instantaneously,

we would soon be cognizant of our negligence 

and the guilt would be draped in the humid wafts of air 

at the slightest glance of the majestic Grand Canyon.

Aligned with the first step off of the tour bus, 

My jaw had gawked for the beauty of nature 

in the possession of the Grand Canyon that had 

appealed to the bewilderment of every tourist; 

a collective gasp amongst the passengers had aroused.

The unveiled sight was a wonder to behold 

upon my eyes, for it was nature in its unblemished form.

Even the infused buoyancy in the air had 

shed a radiance upon our heedlessness prior to our arrival. 

The wispy breezes that had approached me 

as the gentle current of air had combed against the 

defiance of hair in the lush trees, 

the audible yearn of rustling leaves in plight-

the aspects of the beautiful scenery

had seemed to gradually fall in its place like the way 

leaves fell meticulously to the ground 

in such a swift manner.

However, the instantaneous clicks from 

my mother’s phone were aggravating, as 

technology was desperately trying to 

gain their incessant stature; 

I didn’t mind though, for I, as well, wanted to 

perpetually capture the sensational moment in perpetuity.

After hours of traversing the national landmark,

I witnessed the rushing sound of adrenaline 

in the depths of the Colorado River, 

The minor flecks of gold that scoured the sharp edges of 

jagged and cluttered boulders, 

the harmonious tunes of chirping birds enveloped behind 

the frantic squirrels that quarreled with one another for acorns-

All of which are the miniscule details that strikingly constituted

the nature of the Grand Canyon. 

The pale blue vault of the sky had started to delve 

into the murky embrace of the moon's silhouette;   

I wanted to remain earthbound, but alas, I could not remain. 

So there we were, back on the tour bus, 

cloaked in the abyss of silence despite 

the surge of background commotion of the bustling crowds in Las Vegas 

which were daunting in comparison with the tranquility of the Grand Canyon. 

Clearly, the reign of technology was over;

The potency of nature, once again, 

proved to be a force that was not to be reckoned with. 

Back in a hotel in Las Vegas, 

where I resided, 

The gravitational weight of my body had 

compelled me to recline on the convenience of my bed.

For several minutes, I had remained motionless

until my eyes had fluttered into the satisfaction of respite. 

There I was, back again, conceptualizing the longevity of the Grand Canyon.

The remnants of the scene had clasped with my dreams;

I could see the beauty of nature attending to its receptions, 

even the faint lingering voices of the stirring leaves,

the flickering outlines of the serene gusts, 

and the soothing ripples of waves 

Reverberating against the bedrocks 

in the Colorado River;

The presence of everlasting nature was still in the air.