Bryce
the sculptor that first chiseled Bryce's peaks,
with godly hammer and divine techniques,
was it for bobcats and for Steller's jays
is that the audience that sculptor seeks
I drink the landscape in, still in a daze.
the jealous sun looks out, and sends its rays,
lights up the powdered rocks, a candy land,
flambé dessert, the mountains are ablaze.
could he have known, the sculptor, had he planned,
the color, composition of the sand,
so that when man first came upon these hills
he'd stop and stare, attempt to understand
just chance, you'll say, the working of free wills,
but there's the desert, and the sculpture thrills