Miles below the top a lonely stream flows
Running a million years with highs and lows
As the sun shows its many scars
Like face of general of many wars
Humans from far afar come to see
One with the nature's Canyon to be
Through sun and rain and wind and snow
Layers stand there taking every blow
As ages pass and generations change
The River continues its work increasing the range
Withstanding the fury of lightning and Thunder
Strands boldly Arizona' natural wonder.
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