Colorado Rocks Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Can you hear the rolling notes of the harps,
As the sun pours down its golden streams?
Can you see the majestic purple,
And the jagged mountain peak that gleams?

And behold yonder river is the canyon,
Seems to have flotillas of abundant silver,
And just a small distance - a fall,
Of silvery, cascades of water.

The hillocks there are bright and dotted,
With white and scarlet flowers,
The pinkness of the misty sunset,
Sends down ruby and sparkling showers,

So look up at the silver rimmed cloud,
And the traces of gold on it,
The white cloud is made of down,
And is like a chandelier that's lit.

One giant hand protects these riches,
For the palace is His royal splendor,
And not even a ruby crown on a cushion,
Or a king can match its thunder.