A canyon where the wind carries messages
From distant lands, with whispers in the air
Echoes of secrets, tales of ancient bands
Mystical sounds that dance without a care
The rugged cliffs stand tall, guardians of time
Their whispers echo through the canyon’s walls
Carrying stories from a distant paradigm
In the winds, ancient voices make their calls
The sun sets, painting the canyon aglow
With colors that narrate stories untold
A canvas where memories ebb and flow
The wind whispers tales, both new and old
The stars shine bright, like diamonds in the sky
Their light reflects off the canyon’s deep ravine
They watch over the land, silent and sly
As the wind weaves tales, unseen and unseen
A canyon where the wind carries messages
Of love, loss, triumph, and ancient quests
Where echoes tell of forgotten lineages
And the wind’s whispers, the heart attests