Somewhere behind us, a storm cloud cries.
Deep into the ground this granite lyes.
A beautiful open wound, left apart for us to see.
Sheer rock face walls where the wedge tail soars, free.
In this magical meeting place, the energy of the river flows.
Pushing through the stubborn stone, as it goes.
Filling up souls, of all those that set upon their gaze.
Entrance to the wild, a deep set maze.
Man sends his engineers to build the biggest structure, but he will never be able to rival this truly natural wonder.
Deon Heemskerk 4-11-11