Amidst the towering canyon walls so steep,
Stands a woman in pink, so dainty and sweet,
Her dress the color of the blooming rose,
A sight to behold, as nature around her grows.
The rocks beneath her feet, rough and rugged,
But she stands so gracefully, as if she's hugged,
By the very earth beneath her, so strong and true,
A perfect match, like morning dew.
Her hair flows gently in the desert breeze,
A true embodiment of nature's ease,
The sun shining down on her like a crown,
As if to say, this woman deserves to wear a gown.
In this vast expanse, she stands so still,
A moment of peace, a moment to fill,
With wonder and awe, at the beauty around,
And at the woman in pink, so perfectly foun...