The Graceful Cliff

Rising from the river, raging
Her walls reach toward a thin sky
Growing wider, nearer the top

Her colors are magnificent
As she rises toward a competing sky
Sun setting, hues forming

But her gracefulness is timeless
She is beautiful morning, noon, night
Strong and sure, shaped by time

Carved over immeasurable ages
By a river, swift and fast
Her slow elegance charms forever