So we changed the rivers

So we changed the rivers….

(There will be a price we have to pay.)

But don’t forget

to look into the canyon.

Our waters washed and stained

these stones and boulders,

and made grey granite

think of gold and amber,

and gave a filmy translucence

to some,

as evanescent as a theory,

as beautiful as dreaming.

And now the canyon

lies less gloomy,

milkily ethereal.