Quartzite warms my calloused knee
Opuntia blooms for me
Xylem pulls the dawn light through
Chlorophyll drinks morning dew
Light cuts sharp through xylem glass
Cobalt burns on sandstone mass
Foot stomp shakes the canyon floor
We sing the names of nothing more
Copper foil wraps rough cut rim
Solder flows on window brim
Canyon walls catch amber glow
Mesa wind blows soft and slow
Creosote releases rain
Scent rises on desert plain
Roots crack stone to find the spring
Life insists on growing things
Light cuts sharp through xylem glass
Cobalt burns on sandstone mass
Foot stomp shakes the canyon floor
We sing the names of nothing more
Banjo rolls like thunder cloud
Cello weeps but not too loud
Science meets the artisan hand
Beauty grows in shifting sand
Final piece fits tight and true
Sky reflected in the blue
Tourist pauses clicks a lens
Misses how the light bends
Light cuts sharp through xylem glass
Cobalt burns on sandstone mass
Foot stomp shakes the canyon floor
We sing the names of nothing more
Xylem glass xylem glass
Light holds fast in xylem glass
Hum fades out with setting sun
Roots and glass are finally one