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.