Allen Cui // DEATH VALLEY

The scorching sun

Strikes the ancient rocks

Buried under layers of smooth sand.

 

A place of natural beauty

Mother Nature’s work at its finest.

 

The intricate patterns on the monumental rocks

Contrast with the crystal, blue sky

Dotted with subtle, luminous clouds.

 

The thick, humid air lingers in the atmosphere,

Begging for rattlesnakes and scorpions

To crawl out from their unseen burrows.

 

In the distance

The shriek of a hawk rebounds

Like the echo of a gong.

 

Mountains on mountains,

Hovering from above

Like statues guarding the undisclosed secrets

Of Death Valley.

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