I have come many miles to this secret place,
Through canyons deep and moved by grace.
Through red rock and sweet sage,
Breeze blowing through the age.
Stopping to drink from a cool spring,
Ringed with ferns and buzzing wings.
Warm evening and soft tamarisk song,
From dust to dust I walk along.
Into the upper reaches I ascend,
Across the stony ground at world's end.
A lone cottonwood stands tall and wise,
Mighty arms stretched to the skies.
The moon rises and cool night fills my chest,
Stars and piñon smoke,
The sweet smell of the West.