Dwarfed by towering cliffs uprising
of colours grey and blue and gold
Granite giants, so still so strong
I can but wonder at such creation.
A line of green – a copse of pine
find a root-hold, a place to grow
All reach skyward, upward, highward
and set my soul a-gasping –
A mighty rock-face soaring so –
a racing, stony river below.
The strata in these walls of power
tell of a grand creation – so long ago
And Man’™s works dwindle to insignificance
in the mighty mountain’™s splendour
And I, small, stare humbled
then lifted to heights I never knew.