Whispers of the Sacred Canyoning the heart of the canyon wild, Echoes of the elders call, Spirits whispers, soft and mild, Guides us through the ancient thrall. Beneath the sky, profound and vast, Mountains hold the secrets old, Times eternal shadows cast, Stories of the brave and bold. Rivers song, a gentle grace, Carries dreams upon its flow, Sacred past we can't erase, Rooted deep where fires glow. Eagles flight in twilight skies, Symbols of our spirit rise, With each dawn, a fresh sunrise, Strength within our families. Winds that sweep the desert floor, Songs of coyote, pure and free, Legends linger, evermore, Heartbeats in the mystery. Moons embrace, the night serene, Stars that paint the heavens high, Peaceful moments, rarely seen, Silent prayers that touch the sky. Tending earth with tender hand, Wisdom of the soil we glean, Futures path, together planned, In the worlds embracing sheen. In the canyons sacred fold, Echoes live, unbroken chain, Stories of the old retold, Love and courage will remain. ~Copyright Randy Salars
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