Death Valley

In lands where Helios' fiery steeds do tread, Where scorching winds and barren wastes are spread, There lies a vale of desolation vast, Death Valley, where the weary soul is cast.

Beneath the sun's unyielding, pitiless gaze, The earth doth crack and crumble in its blaze. No verdant grove nor river's gentle flow, But parched and cracked, the thirsty ground doth show.

Yet lo! A store where weary travelers rest, Their journey's end, their burdens laid to rest. With doors ajar and windows wide, it stands, A beacon 'midst the desolation's lands.

The highway stretches far, a ribbon black, Through endless sands and mountains stark and tall. No shade nor shelter doth the traveler find, But endless sky and barren, scorched mankind.

The stars and stripes do wave in desert air, A symbol of the land beyond compare. Yet here, where life doth struggle to endure, The flag doth stand, a beacon strong and pure.

At dawn or dusk, when Helios' steeds retreat, The mountains glow with hues of gold and heat. The shadows dance upon the rugged face, Of ancient rocks that time hath worn with grace.

The salt flats gleam like silver in the sun, A vast expanse where waters once had run. Now dry and cracked, they bear the scars of yore, When seas did flow and life was evermore.

O Death Valley, land of fire and sand, Where few dare tread and fewer still do stand, Thy beauty stark, thy desolation grand, Doth stir the soul and fill the heart with awe. In lands where Helios' fiery steeds do tread, Where scorching winds and barren wastes are spread, There lies a vale of desolation vast, Death Valley, where the weary soul is cast.

Beneath the sun's unyielding, pitiless gaze, The earth doth crack and crumble in its blaze. No verdant grove nor river's gentle flow, But parched and cracked, the thirsty ground doth show.

Yet lo! A store where weary travelers rest, Their journey's end, their burdens laid to rest. With doors ajar and windows wide, it stands, A beacon 'midst the desolation's lands.

The highway stretches far, a ribbon black, Through endless sands and mountains stark and tall. No shade nor shelter doth the traveler find, But endless sky and barren, scorched mankind.

The stars and stripes do wave in desert air, A symbol of the land beyond compare. Yet here, where life doth struggle to endure, The flag doth stand, a beacon strong and pure.

At dawn or dusk, when Helios' steeds retreat, The mountains glow with hues of gold and heat. The shadows dance upon the rugged face, Of ancient rocks that time hath worn with grace.

The salt flats gleam like silver in the sun, A vast expanse where waters once had run. Now dry and cracked, they bear the scars of yore, When seas did flow and life was evermore.

O Death Valley, land of fire and sand, Where few dare tread and fewer still do stand, Thy beauty stark, thy desolation grand, Doth stir the soul and fill the heart with awe.