Joshua Tree, CA
An Ode to the Beauty of California
A desert blush
Warms a somber image
A pile of stones
Randomly placed
By an ancient hand
Through which a mighty river once ran
With glints of gold and silver
Carried from a northern land
The precious metals
Less precious than that which bore them
And now through a cracked landscape
Erupts a cacophony of colors
Nodding heads and smiling eyes
Sing praises to the sky
The song to become their requiem
Voices of exultation arise
Springing from this riotous choir
Their power unrestrained
Though the chorus is whispered
And the finale gently breathed
The mountains echo the Sacred Wind
Tinged with granite
And here we will lie down
Between the scorpion and the cactus
To honor this hallowed valley
LiNdA
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