Waterfall

These rust-colored halls loom high / their wind-blown desolation offers ... cool refuge

Waterfall

In the middle of a desert
Past the sand
And the dunes
There are cliffs
And canyons
And walls
These rust-colored halls loom high
Their wind-blown desolation offers,
At least,
Cool refuge from the sand biting dunes
But somewhere
Between towering yellow rock
There’s a cool blue pond
Where, even in the desert,
Trees can grow

Two rivers flow to reach this pond
They race each other
Until they spill off the dry cliffs
And arch into their home
They’ve come to see life
In a lifeless hole
How ironic, then
That it is they who’ve
Brought the life