Towering cliffs rise in miniature,
Surrounded by a wasteland
Dotted here and there by
Tiny specks of flowers -
A solitary pink Courage against a world of brown.
In the distance, the chirping of a bird,
And then nothing but the wind.
Nothing and silence.
This world is altogether alien,
And surely has nothing to do with mankind.
I feel like an honored guest,
Allowed to peek into a silent shrine.
I rise to leave, and step quietly
Fearful lest I should interrupt
The reverie of rocks.
