Banana palm,Your fruit is so green!I haven't seen Any so green anywhereExcept in our local grocery storeUnder the "Golden Ripe Bananas" Sign

Bright enough to be seen Across miles of hot sandAnd stone—amid desert sage, Grays and barely greens.Where pale blues and dusty browns, Rule the day, Cactus blooms gloriousIn pinks, reds, white, yellowsLike hundreds ofBright breathtaking gems. 

A river flows through the canyon gorgeLooking narrow and slow-movingA river known for rapids, violent and unpredictableA river—the Colorado—only a remnant of its onceUnstoppable self, rushing, rushing flood waters to the seaCarving, eroding, measuring immense miles of rock.