The River Gorge

With the roar of a mighty lion
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.

The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.

As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.

Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.