How great are big things?

Look at the grandeur of the Canyon,
Carved by rambling waters, roaring winds and time;

Sliced vertically like onion,
Moulded with red rock, yellow sand and white lime;

Measured by the eagles as their dominion;

Engraved with veins of pristine water and roots of pinyon;

Home of the Navajos' ancestral spirits: a land sublime.

If you can apprehend the width and depth of this reign
then you can explore the canyons of your brain
and know all the layers of joy and pain.