where the sunset glows upon the travelers
where the river has lived for millions of years
where the trees are evergreen
where the eagles are to be free
where the roads go on and on for miles
where the tip of the grass sparkle
for the dew that stands at its peak
in the very morning light
as the orange rays peek through the branches
that shelter earth's feathered friends
where the sky turns pink as its warmth
lullabies the day to sleep
while the fireflies hold true to their promise
that they'll light the path for you
and lead you back to me
from the Grand Canyon