You are angry, yet beautiful
Like a woman possessed
At first glance, gray and bare
Devoid of all life
Then the glimpses of color
Begin to caress my eyes
Red, like the blood you have
Drained, stains your walls
Shades of green and yellow
Touch down in the caverns
and crooks, where water once
Roared over you
You are not barren but bountiful
Wild bursts of pink and purple
Scattered throughout the brown dust
At one moment, still and quiet
The next, winds swirl in a thousand
Directions at once, warning
Visitors of your power and fury
You are to be revered, respected
Even feared
Relentlessly caressing me, while
Breathing new days into you
The sun unleashes all she has
To offer and your reach for her
Open wide and wide open
Water, blue as the cloudless sky
Above you, defies nature
Cool and still, it invites
Calls for me to ripple its surface
It is your mirror, where you
survey your beauty and
Revel in your unique glory
Lulling me into a false sense of security
As the blue sky turns black
Filling with impossibly near moons
And ages dark stars
The scorching heat of your days
Becomes the ripping cold of your nights
I am humbled by all that you are
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