Monday, September 16, 2013

Two Viewpoints on Natural Terror

I stood on the desert’s precipice,
Watching the gorge turn an autumnal red;
The tenacity of a determined river,
Digging deeper for a comfortable bed.

The optimist sees a landscape’s change,
Creating beauty within the foreboding…
The pessimist mourns the missing soils,
Lost from eons of violent eroding.

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