L’Esprit de la Terre, ancient and wise,

Whispers old in canyon's guise.

In echoes deep, where spirits roam,

Memories unfold in nature's tome.

 

The earth's spirit, in every stone,

In canyon's depths, a silent zone.

Whispers old, tales untold,

In echoes woven, stories unfold.

 

Among the cliffs, where echoes reside,

L’Esprit de la Terre, a timeless guide.

In canyon's embrace, where time extols,

Memories weave in ancient scrolls.