The Grand Canyon

is not just a hole in the
ground its purposeful.

A treacherous start down
      the steep natural made stairs.

  As the colorful canyon caused me concern

       Every small pain was a step closer to the end.

As I tread on the ground,
I could hear it whisper to me;
“You're going to die down here”.

Within my quest
I felt depressed and
Restless.

While the clouds gathered into darkness
They would release a monsoon of rain.

When reaching the bottom I discovered,
The river
That eroded this canyon to what it was today,
Yesterday, and
Tomorrow.

Climbing up the last
set of rocks was mercy full.
And as we emerged on the top,
A relief was lifted off my shoulders

As well as my pack.