Chasing the sunset to the ends of the earth

Inhaling the cold in all of its girth

The canyon is big, in fact it is grand

But my thoughts are more urgent – can you please warm my hand?

The deer were quite neighborly as we shivered on by

Midnight snacks were their craving from any friendly guy

During the night we watched as our canyon grew black

A vast hole it appeared could make us never come back

Our immortality was faced next to this canyon so broad

It has a mind of its own with depth like a god

We must go back again and take in more seasons

The lessons, the life, the enrichment our reasons

Ana Lewis
Founder
Women on the Verge