You sit on the tent edge
Looking up to the sky
You see many things
Look to your left you see stars
Look to your center you see stars
Look to your right and you see stars
Many stars, many types

You see the big dipper
Sitting in the sky
Leo, looking down upon you
With his lion eyes
Cygnus the magnificent bird
Floating above your head

You see the stars
But other senses come to your attention
You hear crunches of something you don’t know
You hear the rustle of the dead browned leaves
As they float with the gentle breeze
You hear the canyon breathe
In out, in out
In out

This and now your smell comes in
You smell the dead branches as the run past you
You smell the fresh water
Which sits calmly and gently flowing at your side
You smell the morning's breakfast
As the camp leaders prepare for the coming day

But there is one last sense
You feel the might
The power of being in the canyon
You feel the earnings of your walk down
You feel the accomplishment that you are in it
In it
In the Grand Canyon