Canyon Echoes

Canyon Echoes They lived here many years ago, Men, women, children of another race. For generations they wrought a living From this dry, forbidding place. They lived here, raised their families, But wrote no words to mark their passing. Houses now are silent, voices quelled, Fields barren, temples unattended. What brought them here, what unknown forces, What war, plague, famine drove them here, Then led them on to other unknown places, Leaving whispering winds to tell their stories − The Game Each day I play the game, the Game of Life. One major rule there is: I play the hand I’m dealt however difficult that may be. Oh, now and then I may request another card and trade in one I’ve held since birth. But no matter how skillfully I play, in the end the house will win. Oak Leaves Oak leaves – Thousands from the same tree, Each one unique But each one guided By the same set of instructions Printed in their genes. Infinite variety in similarity – Just like people.