Upon the cliffs where shadows play,  

A lone tree stands in bright array.  

The mountains rise, a jagged crest,  

In Zion's heart, where nature rests.  

The sky is blue, with clouds so light,  

The sun casts beams, both warm and bright.  

The rocks are red, with hues that blend,  

A timeless scene that has no end.  

In this vast land, where silence sings,  

The beauty of the canyon rings.  

A testament to nature's art,  

A place that stirs the human heart.